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An encrypted transmission directed to the Reaver Mercenary Group - Bazza - 04-02-2011
A video transmission is received and, after buffering is complete, plays automatically. The screen blips to life and quickly presents the top half of a young woman of approximately Bretonian appearance featuring long, blonde hair tied neatly into a single ponytail behind her head, draping off the bottom of the screen. She stares into the camera with vivid blue eyes, seemingly unaware that it is recording in a manner not unlike those long-distance live news broadcasts that occasionally transmit across the neural net.
Her immediate surroundings appear as the cockpit of a substantial vessel such as a transport or utility craft. The distant background as viewed through the large rectangle windows is that which some may recognise as a major port of Planet Manhattan.
The woman sports a plain white business shirt which itself is tucked into a black pleated skirt, only the top half of which is visible - the remainder cut off by the field of view of the recording device. She stands awkwardly out of context compared to the apparently second-hand nature of the ship surrounding her.
After a moment staring into the camera she begins speaking.
Evangeline smiles and winks at the camera before motioning to an unknown figure behind the screen. The camera is switched off and the recording ends.
Her immediate surroundings appear as the cockpit of a substantial vessel such as a transport or utility craft. The distant background as viewed through the large rectangle windows is that which some may recognise as a major port of Planet Manhattan.
The woman sports a plain white business shirt which itself is tucked into a black pleated skirt, only the top half of which is visible - the remainder cut off by the field of view of the recording device. She stands awkwardly out of context compared to the apparently second-hand nature of the ship surrounding her.
After a moment staring into the camera she begins speaking.
To whomsoever this may concern within the Reaver Mercenary Group, I wish to discuss a potential business deal with your organisation.
It concerns the elimination of a variety of targets of dubious lawful status, preferably without any undue noise or commotion being created. I have heard good things about your company from associates of mine and I now wish to utilise the services you offer.
Of course, the financial reward for success is substantial, details of which would be discussed in a more intimate setting.
In case my reputation has not preceded me, my name is Evangeline McDowell.
I am currently residing planetside on Manhattan at the port in the Upper East Side.
Should this proposition be of interest to you, I can be found easily. We may discuss the details face to face.
It concerns the elimination of a variety of targets of dubious lawful status, preferably without any undue noise or commotion being created. I have heard good things about your company from associates of mine and I now wish to utilise the services you offer.
Of course, the financial reward for success is substantial, details of which would be discussed in a more intimate setting.
In case my reputation has not preceded me, my name is Evangeline McDowell.
I am currently residing planetside on Manhattan at the port in the Upper East Side.
Should this proposition be of interest to you, I can be found easily. We may discuss the details face to face.
Evangeline smiles and winks at the camera before motioning to an unknown figure behind the screen. The camera is switched off and the recording ends.
An encrypted transmission directed to the Reaver Mercenary Group - Reaver Company Inc. - 04-02-2011
-( Incoming Transmission
-( ●●●●●●●
-( Reaver Mercenary Company
-( ●●●●●●●
-( Reaver Mercenary Company
Doubtless we're all manner of intrigued. Still, we would like to hear the broad strokes of what you have in mind before we commit one of our operatives to a slow death in Manhattan traffic.
[color=#CCCCCC]-( Transmission Terminated
An encrypted transmission directed to the Reaver Mercenary Group - Bazza - 04-02-2011
Well that sounds fair enough. Having been living in this city for a bit over a week now I can understand your hesitance to brave the ant nest come gauntlet of idiocy Manhattan presents to tourists.
The long and short of it is I would like certain members of the organisation known as the Junker Congress put out to stud permanently.
These guys try to make people believe they are "lawful", but we all know they about as lawful as the tattoo on my girly bits.
However, this group loves little more than crying foul to any and all who will make the mistake of listening when they feel they are being picked on including police and naval forces. Thus I wish for a quick, silent, complete operation which I cannot hope to find amongst the general bounty hunter / mercenary populace.
Rewards I believe will be sufficient if not generous. I am prepared to pay good credits to get the job done professionally.
The long and short of it is I would like certain members of the organisation known as the Junker Congress put out to stud permanently.
These guys try to make people believe they are "lawful", but we all know they about as lawful as the tattoo on my girly bits.
However, this group loves little more than crying foul to any and all who will make the mistake of listening when they feel they are being picked on including police and naval forces. Thus I wish for a quick, silent, complete operation which I cannot hope to find amongst the general bounty hunter / mercenary populace.
Rewards I believe will be sufficient if not generous. I am prepared to pay good credits to get the job done professionally.
An encrypted transmission directed to the Reaver Mercenary Group - Dusty Lens - 04-06-2011
He hated Manhattan.
Like as not it wasn't fair that an entire planet, let alone one flush with such diversity and cultural heritage as this one suffer under the blanket of his ire but, well, there you have it. No matter which side of the world he was on, slums or posh quarters such as this, it would be a world tinged with bitterness and loss.
Daniel stepped out of his cab before the highrise/whatever it was of choice... Seemed like it woulda been a better idea to try and arrange this meeting in some sort of semi traceable location but, eh, if something happened revenge'd be coming sooner or later. Maybe. Likely not. Wouldn't be his issue then anyways.... And sauntered towards the apartment complex/something else. The gent tending the gate was quick to assume the "excuse me, sir" look at the less than terribly opulent travel clothes of our narrated hero, but relented when presented with the invitation forwarded by Evangeline.
With that he buzzed the intercom.
Hi. Daniel Conner of the Reavers here. Ready when you are.
An encrypted transmission directed to the Reaver Mercenary Group - Bazza - 04-06-2011
Evangeline rose from her position on the soft, plush two-seater couch that graced the center of the small yet well complimented apartment which had been rented out under the "Company" banner. She quickly hand balled the four-month-old infant in her arms to those of a Kusarian teenager who just happened to be present at the time.
She shuffled over to the door of the apartment and pressed the button of the intercom which had ever so rudely interrupted her motherly business and replied.
Hello there, Daniel.
Do you have any weapons on you? Please leave them with the lads and ladies at the counter in the safe deposit box.
Evangeline pauses for a moment with the intercom button still held open.
Please note that the company has a no-pants policy. You will be requested to remove your pants before or upon entry.
Room Six-oh-Seven. Level six, about the second or third door on your right after you fall out of the elevator. It doesn't quite line up with the floor so be careful, sweetie.
The intercom is shut off and a brief electronic buzzing noise is heard from behind the stainless steel framed glass door, presenting beyond itself the stately and traditional sandstone-and-slate laden landing of the apartment building's ground floor.
She shuffled over to the door of the apartment and pressed the button of the intercom which had ever so rudely interrupted her motherly business and replied.
Hello there, Daniel.
Do you have any weapons on you? Please leave them with the lads and ladies at the counter in the safe deposit box.
Evangeline pauses for a moment with the intercom button still held open.
Please note that the company has a no-pants policy. You will be requested to remove your pants before or upon entry.
Room Six-oh-Seven. Level six, about the second or third door on your right after you fall out of the elevator. It doesn't quite line up with the floor so be careful, sweetie.
The intercom is shut off and a brief electronic buzzing noise is heard from behind the stainless steel framed glass door, presenting beyond itself the stately and traditional sandstone-and-slate laden landing of the apartment building's ground floor.
An encrypted transmission directed to the Reaver Mercenary Group - Dusty Lens - 04-07-2011
He wasn't a mathematician... Or a sociologist... Or much of a thinking man... But if he was a thinkin' man he might've observed that roughly 87% of women he encountered in either this or prior lines of work were what one might classify as "bat**** crazy". Today wasn't proving to be an exception to that rule. It was, however, decidedly close to proving to be a massive waste of his time and working decidedly against the grumpy disposition that he was already hauling in his rucksack.
Lady, I'm giving you concession enough as it is by marching into a stranger's home weaponless. The pants stay on.
An encrypted transmission directed to the Reaver Mercenary Group - Bazza - 04-08-2011
Hmph. Come up here and we'll discuss business then.
Evangeline flicked the intercom switch once more before backing away from the wall. She did not expect her guests' arrival for at least a minute; the elevator of the apartment being infamous for its leisurely pace. She directed her Kusarian partner, the young raven-haired princess-in-rags to take leave with the other members of her family including the two children - except for her gallant, sword-wielding protector; another, older Kusarian woman.
Hiding under the guise of a holiday outing, Evangeline's "wife" ushered the children out of the building and away from the kinds of things that young minds simply do not need to be exposed to; passing by several nondescript people on the way out - perhaps even the very one they were being removed from.
Evangeline patiently waited propped up against the kitchen benchtop of the brightly lit, open-plan apartment, surrounded by a mix of soft whites and warm creams which contrasted the hardwood floor and stainless steel appliances. The room was a stark opposite to Evangeline's preferences and personality however her appearance was uncharacteristically in tune - a white business shirt and black, sheer skirt procured especially for today's contract meeting.
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Some time passed - much more than the anticipated minute - and Evangeline grew impatient.
How can someone get lost in a place like this? Or maybe he's having trouble getting his guns past security.
At this exact moment there was a strong, almost rude knock on the door.
I guess that's him then.
Evangeline enthusiastically hopped off the benchtop and moved to open the door as her guardian stood proudly in the background, waiting "just in case".
Evangeline flicked the intercom switch once more before backing away from the wall. She did not expect her guests' arrival for at least a minute; the elevator of the apartment being infamous for its leisurely pace. She directed her Kusarian partner, the young raven-haired princess-in-rags to take leave with the other members of her family including the two children - except for her gallant, sword-wielding protector; another, older Kusarian woman.
Hiding under the guise of a holiday outing, Evangeline's "wife" ushered the children out of the building and away from the kinds of things that young minds simply do not need to be exposed to; passing by several nondescript people on the way out - perhaps even the very one they were being removed from.
Evangeline patiently waited propped up against the kitchen benchtop of the brightly lit, open-plan apartment, surrounded by a mix of soft whites and warm creams which contrasted the hardwood floor and stainless steel appliances. The room was a stark opposite to Evangeline's preferences and personality however her appearance was uncharacteristically in tune - a white business shirt and black, sheer skirt procured especially for today's contract meeting.
Some time passed - much more than the anticipated minute - and Evangeline grew impatient.
How can someone get lost in a place like this? Or maybe he's having trouble getting his guns past security.
At this exact moment there was a strong, almost rude knock on the door.
I guess that's him then.
Evangeline enthusiastically hopped off the benchtop and moved to open the door as her guardian stood proudly in the background, waiting "just in case".
An encrypted transmission directed to the Reaver Mercenary Group - Dusty Lens - 04-10-2011
Dead sorry, dead sorry. The elevators must have taken the scenic route on the way up, felt like it took me a couple of days to make it.
Conner gave an akward sort of hello wave, the no pants rule giving him a bit of a surprise despite the (with apologies) eternity to consider that it was likely to be the state of things.
Ah, nice place. Very, ah, deco.
May I come in? Imagine you'd like to get to it.