Switchblade lifted his hand in response to Vance's gesture to shake. It was comprised entirely of metal shards, as well as the rest of his body. He smiled and shook his head.
"Bad first impressions, Mr. Witchcraft." He chuckled. "You're making me afraid you're not as talented as I was told." He glanced back to a metal table and pointed at a blueprint.
"I'm giving you a task to see if you've got what it takes to be worth hiring. Pu,ll it of and you'll get better assignments." He turned back towards him. "At the corner of Mallahoy and Creaz Jr., there's a general feed store with pig feed in limited supply. It's a hard bargain for the price, but however you wish to obtain it is up to you."
"You will take it inside the main headquarters of one Silver Tongue. It's an eyesore on the city skyline so you can't miss it. Take it to the fifth floor, open it, and dump it underneath the carpet, behind the furniture, anywhere where it won't be spotted at a glace. Finally, have the receptionist take the empty bag to Mr. Tongue himself and make a remark about a blade. Use your imagination."
Switchblade suddenly produced a small leather valise from the middle of his chest. "That's half the cut. Make it count."
If Vance decided to take it, he'd find $300.00 inside wrapped with a little bow.