Re: Bear With Me
A real winner was unlikely coming from Rock. She suspected the nickname came more from the contents between his ears than any physical prowess. Most of the mass that had once belonged in the orc's arms and legs had long ago migrated to his beer-stained middle. But work was work. And Alfred had been hard to replace.
Slipping the ear clip into place, she returned her secretary to the pocket of her skin-tight leather pants, then winced. The lithe elf carefully placed her hands on her hips, and arched backwards, eliciting a few cracks and a small amount of relief. The bed had been one grade short of atrocious. The floor would probably have been wiser, but at least there had been semi-clean sheets on the bed.
Sometimes one had to suffer a bit to avoid attention. The advantages of good external security and a passion for elimination of nearby surveillance made The Fun Place (she couldn't pronounce the Japanese) a decent squat when she needed to lay low. And it was certainly the last place anyone who knew her would expect to find her.
"Talk to me"
Stepping lightly along the hall and down the stairs, she ignored the grunts and odd shrieks coming from behind the wooden doors. Better sound insulation than many places too, she supposed. If her comm was active, she wanted to be on the move.
Smiling, the auburn mage slipped a small credstick to the kimono'd dwarf behind the front desk and nodded to the distinctly non-midget doorman before stepping out the solid front door. She was greeted by the dour dour smell (and slightly acidic sting) of the drizzle that had constituted weather in Seattle for the better part of two months.
Splashing through puddles of rain and other things, she half listened to the fixer ramble on about his prowess in finding her work, devoting her primary focus to her pistol - ejecting the clip, glancing to check it was full before reloading and returning the weapon to her long-coat. She'd known it was full from the weight, but the orc leering at her from across the street hadn't. She kept her face passive as his single-horned head returned to inspecting the cracks on the sidewalk.
"You said something about a job?"