Post by krista on Oct 6, 2011 8:25:49 GMT -7
“I’m glad you could all make it.” The voice sliding out from the speaker in the middle of the table said, “I’ve got an exciting opportunity for all of you, and I look forward to working with such highly recommended and professional individuals such as yourselves.”
Asp gave a delicate snort, leaning back in the ratty old chair. She knew professionalism when she saw it, for god sakes she was the embodiment of professionalism, and this rag tag group of runners couldn’t be farther from it.
Still, the promise of a truck load of cred for a simple kidnapping was not something to turn away from.
Seeing the scrawny looking troll at the other end of the table open his mouth to speak, Asp quickly raised a hand in his direction and snapped her fingers to silence him. He may have looked mildly intelligent, for a troll, with the glasses and oddly fastidious appearance, but Alma tended not to judge people until she had seen them in action. Purring, she cast a glance in the direction of the voice. “Then why don’t you enlighten as to our purpose here, friend, so we can prove just why we come so highly recommended?”
“You are woman who knows what she wants.” Laughed the Johnson, not charmed, but amused, “Very well, I have never been one to deny the wishes of a beautiful female.”
The third member of their party, another troll, female, snorted loudly. Her huge shoes were propped up on the table as she leaned back in a chair that looked far too small for her size. A long coat kept most of her body hidden, but Asp could see small sections of what seemed to be an Asian type getup where the coat opened in the front. The human rolled her eyes, and turned back towards the centre of the table.
“My job for you is fairly simple. I have recently had a business partner back out of a fairly important deal, leaving me in a somewhat precarious situation. I need you to… encourage him to rethink his options and come to the most profitable conclusion.”
Alma liked to think she had a feel for people. It was part of her job, easy for her, after all. The way this guy talked made her skin crawl, like cold, black silk that gave you the shivers as it wrapped itself around your body. She was glad he had sent a proxy, a pair of bulky looking orks, instead of coming himself.
“Seems fairly simple.” The human sitting across the table from her remarked flippantly, twisting a coin through his fingers absentmindedly. “Lay down a few threats, bust some knee caps to show we are serious,” He cast a sideways glance to the female troll. “That’s what you’re good at that, ain’t it sweet heart?”
Tusks showing just a bare inch more than they were before, the she-troll growled.
“Sorry,” The voice remarked, cutting in, “but it isn’t that simple, for what I’m offering you I am requiring a bit of finesse. I have a very specific way I want this done. I like my exploits to be most memorable.”
Raising an eyebrow, the elf, and final member of their party, glanced at the speaker with skepticism but didn’t say a word. He’d barely made an acknowledging gesture to anyone since first entering the room and nodding to Asp, the only person there at the time.
Their benefactor’s voice chuckled darkly. “I have procured an item that has a certain emotional attachment to our target. All I ask is you take this item into his home, and bribe him with it. My associates will provide you with a commlink you may use to call me only when you have him in a secure location, as I would like to be witness to the party as well.”
“And the compensation?” Asp inquired, drumming her fingers on the table softly as she rolled the situation around in her mind, mostly figuring what her roll in this would be. Do the legwork, locate the target, and lure him somewhere. Same shit, different day.
“I’d be willing to offer you twenty five thousand to distribute between yourselves as a team as you all see fit.”
Not bad, for a simple bribery scheme. Though, with that kind of change offered right up front, Alma had a feeling that this guy, while not exactly desperate, needed this plan to succeed more than his cool demeanor was letting on.
“Reliable help doesn’t come cheaply, sir.” She leaned in towards the speaker and flashed a sharp smile, as though she were negotiating with a flesh and blood person. “Ten up front, and twenty afterwards if everything is finished up nice and clean.”
The Johnson clicked his tongue. “I would be willing to go to thirty, but none in advance.”
She glanced around the room briefly, all eyes were on her aside from the elf who was lazily cleaning his nails with an extremely large knife. Who cares about your nails, chummer, it doesn’t look like you’ve shaved in weeks.
Blinking, she turned back towards the speaker. “Done.”
“Good!” Johnson remarked, happily. “One of the two orks immediately stepped forward and slid an old commlink across the table, which Asp snatched up before the long haired man could reach it. She gave him a saucy wink as she tucked it into one of the pockets in her vest.
“There is some data on the commlink that might help you locate your target. The only other assistance I will be offering you is the item I spoke of earlier. If someone wouldn’t mind following my associates to go procure said item, I’m sure you can rendezvous with the rest of your team in due time. I wish you the best of luck.” The voice cut out, the speaker was taken off the table by the same ork that had slid the commlink to Asp.
His companion, meanwhile, rose, and held open the back door to the room, which exited into the alley. “This way please.” He grunted.
Alma stood. “Who’s coming with me?”
“It’s a scary world out there, babe, and I wouldn’t be much of a gentleman if I let you face it alone.” The human man stood, and sauntered his way over to Asp, and slung a leanly muscled arm around her shoulders. “My charms can come in handy, yeah?”
“Don’t touch me.” She snapped, stepping out of his grasp, and brushing off his arm while maintaining as little contact as possible. “You are about as charming as the swamp HE crawled out of.” She sneered, jerking her thumb at the elf, who visibly tightened at the mention of a swamp. “Besides, I wouldn’t let you dirty the leather seats in my car.”
Seeing his mouth open for a retort, Asp he quickly smacked him upside the head with a petite hand. “And don’t think for a moment that I would EVER get into yours.”
“Hate to break up the love fest guys, but we have a job to do.” The skinny male troll remarked.
With the smallest of nods, the elf quietly cleared his throat. “We three can take my truck.”
“We’ll follow behind in my van.” The male troll remarked, gesturing to the female troll in the Asian garb. “In case you need help.”
Asp gave a delicate snort, leaning back in the ratty old chair. She knew professionalism when she saw it, for god sakes she was the embodiment of professionalism, and this rag tag group of runners couldn’t be farther from it.
Still, the promise of a truck load of cred for a simple kidnapping was not something to turn away from.
Seeing the scrawny looking troll at the other end of the table open his mouth to speak, Asp quickly raised a hand in his direction and snapped her fingers to silence him. He may have looked mildly intelligent, for a troll, with the glasses and oddly fastidious appearance, but Alma tended not to judge people until she had seen them in action. Purring, she cast a glance in the direction of the voice. “Then why don’t you enlighten as to our purpose here, friend, so we can prove just why we come so highly recommended?”
“You are woman who knows what she wants.” Laughed the Johnson, not charmed, but amused, “Very well, I have never been one to deny the wishes of a beautiful female.”
The third member of their party, another troll, female, snorted loudly. Her huge shoes were propped up on the table as she leaned back in a chair that looked far too small for her size. A long coat kept most of her body hidden, but Asp could see small sections of what seemed to be an Asian type getup where the coat opened in the front. The human rolled her eyes, and turned back towards the centre of the table.
“My job for you is fairly simple. I have recently had a business partner back out of a fairly important deal, leaving me in a somewhat precarious situation. I need you to… encourage him to rethink his options and come to the most profitable conclusion.”
Alma liked to think she had a feel for people. It was part of her job, easy for her, after all. The way this guy talked made her skin crawl, like cold, black silk that gave you the shivers as it wrapped itself around your body. She was glad he had sent a proxy, a pair of bulky looking orks, instead of coming himself.
“Seems fairly simple.” The human sitting across the table from her remarked flippantly, twisting a coin through his fingers absentmindedly. “Lay down a few threats, bust some knee caps to show we are serious,” He cast a sideways glance to the female troll. “That’s what you’re good at that, ain’t it sweet heart?”
Tusks showing just a bare inch more than they were before, the she-troll growled.
“Sorry,” The voice remarked, cutting in, “but it isn’t that simple, for what I’m offering you I am requiring a bit of finesse. I have a very specific way I want this done. I like my exploits to be most memorable.”
Raising an eyebrow, the elf, and final member of their party, glanced at the speaker with skepticism but didn’t say a word. He’d barely made an acknowledging gesture to anyone since first entering the room and nodding to Asp, the only person there at the time.
Their benefactor’s voice chuckled darkly. “I have procured an item that has a certain emotional attachment to our target. All I ask is you take this item into his home, and bribe him with it. My associates will provide you with a commlink you may use to call me only when you have him in a secure location, as I would like to be witness to the party as well.”
“And the compensation?” Asp inquired, drumming her fingers on the table softly as she rolled the situation around in her mind, mostly figuring what her roll in this would be. Do the legwork, locate the target, and lure him somewhere. Same shit, different day.
“I’d be willing to offer you twenty five thousand to distribute between yourselves as a team as you all see fit.”
Not bad, for a simple bribery scheme. Though, with that kind of change offered right up front, Alma had a feeling that this guy, while not exactly desperate, needed this plan to succeed more than his cool demeanor was letting on.
“Reliable help doesn’t come cheaply, sir.” She leaned in towards the speaker and flashed a sharp smile, as though she were negotiating with a flesh and blood person. “Ten up front, and twenty afterwards if everything is finished up nice and clean.”
The Johnson clicked his tongue. “I would be willing to go to thirty, but none in advance.”
She glanced around the room briefly, all eyes were on her aside from the elf who was lazily cleaning his nails with an extremely large knife. Who cares about your nails, chummer, it doesn’t look like you’ve shaved in weeks.
Blinking, she turned back towards the speaker. “Done.”
“Good!” Johnson remarked, happily. “One of the two orks immediately stepped forward and slid an old commlink across the table, which Asp snatched up before the long haired man could reach it. She gave him a saucy wink as she tucked it into one of the pockets in her vest.
“There is some data on the commlink that might help you locate your target. The only other assistance I will be offering you is the item I spoke of earlier. If someone wouldn’t mind following my associates to go procure said item, I’m sure you can rendezvous with the rest of your team in due time. I wish you the best of luck.” The voice cut out, the speaker was taken off the table by the same ork that had slid the commlink to Asp.
His companion, meanwhile, rose, and held open the back door to the room, which exited into the alley. “This way please.” He grunted.
Alma stood. “Who’s coming with me?”
“It’s a scary world out there, babe, and I wouldn’t be much of a gentleman if I let you face it alone.” The human man stood, and sauntered his way over to Asp, and slung a leanly muscled arm around her shoulders. “My charms can come in handy, yeah?”
“Don’t touch me.” She snapped, stepping out of his grasp, and brushing off his arm while maintaining as little contact as possible. “You are about as charming as the swamp HE crawled out of.” She sneered, jerking her thumb at the elf, who visibly tightened at the mention of a swamp. “Besides, I wouldn’t let you dirty the leather seats in my car.”
Seeing his mouth open for a retort, Asp he quickly smacked him upside the head with a petite hand. “And don’t think for a moment that I would EVER get into yours.”
“Hate to break up the love fest guys, but we have a job to do.” The skinny male troll remarked.
With the smallest of nods, the elf quietly cleared his throat. “We three can take my truck.”
“We’ll follow behind in my van.” The male troll remarked, gesturing to the female troll in the Asian garb. “In case you need help.”