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Post by Flex on Aug 6, 2012 14:27:04 GMT -5
"Flagged?" Natasha said, annoyance audible in her voice. "Fine, management it is," She muttered, picking her bag up again and making her way quickly to the elevator. She stepped in and pushed the button for the third floor.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 14:29:39 GMT -5
The elevator opened on the third floor. There was more dance space, and then a black door with big white lettering that says "MANAGEMENT".
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Post by Flex on Aug 6, 2012 14:41:25 GMT -5
Natasha stepped out of the elevator and did not even look at the dance space, heading straight for the management door. She gave a knock.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 15:59:34 GMT -5
"Come in." Came a soft feminine voice from behind the door.
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Post by Flex on Aug 6, 2012 16:01:32 GMT -5
Now there's a surprise...
Natasha pushed the door open and entered, closing it behind her. She took the whole room in, wondering how a woman came to be the manager of a joint like this.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 16:11:58 GMT -5
A woman, perhaps as old as the mid thirties, attractive despite the severe conservative business cut of her dress was seated behind a black metal desk, working on a cyberdeck. She unjacked as Natasha stepped forward.
"Hello Natasha." The woman said politely, "have a seat." A small roller chair was positioned in front of the desk, although it did not look particularly comfortable.
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Post by Flex on Aug 6, 2012 16:15:17 GMT -5
Natasha couldn't help a little grin, nodded and sat down on the chair. She crossed her legs and set her bag down on the floor. "Well, this certainly is a nice office."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 16:17:35 GMT -5
"Thank you," The woman replied, "It ought to be, my father own's this place, and several more like it. He would also like you to do some work for us..." She smiled, "not dancing."
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Post by Flex on Aug 6, 2012 16:22:15 GMT -5
"I see..." Natasha replied, curious as to how quick information seemed to spread. "Well if you're looking for those types of expertise, I'll be happy to accommodate you."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 16:25:56 GMT -5
"You are wondering," the woman said, "How it is that we know who you are already. The reason for this, is because, by way of chance, you happened to enter Undercity upon a bus carrying a very important person. Someone, not us, I might add, tried to kill this important person. So naturally this created a great deal of noise, and we did extensive background checks on every person onboard. Your ID is very good," she added, "but it is not THAT good. And because this job we wish to offer you involves recognizing someone who was aboard that bus, you happen to be uniquely qualified. Are you interested in hearing more? "
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Post by Flex on Aug 6, 2012 16:30:59 GMT -5
"Always," Natasha replied, going over in her mind the faces of all the people who survived the end of that bus ride.
Surely not the creepy raincoat... maybe gun-arm?
"Who'd they want to kill then?"
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 16:34:15 GMT -5
"At.. 4:00 am, give or take, a meeting will take place between a man with a little girl both of whom were on your bus, and another man, apparently named Mr. Falcon. We wish for you to terminate Mr. Falcon before their conversation takes place. Unfortunately we do not know what this person looks like, so you shall need to see who approaches the two. Are you following so far?"
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Post by Flex on Aug 6, 2012 16:42:47 GMT -5
"Simple so far," Natasha replied, recognizing the man and girl as raincoat and... well, coat.
Mr Falcon sounds like a curious fellow...
"I don't have a gun right now, or any weapon as a matter of fact," Natasha noted.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 19:12:23 GMT -5
"Obviously we can provide a down payment to provide you the funds you might need to acquire such items. Three thousand should be sufficient. Keep it clean. And under no circumstances should the girl be harmed. ABSOLUTELY NO CIRCUMSTANCES." The woman said, in words that registered in Natasha's mind as if they were capital letters.
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Post by Flex on Aug 6, 2012 19:16:04 GMT -5
"Don't harm the girl, understood," Natasha said, emphasizing her understanding with a nod. "Do you know where this meeting is supposed to take place or shall I just find raincoat and his friend and follow them?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.