Crimson and Cyan

[Irma Bunt.]

Prelude: After countless weeks of speaking to one another and taking down mutual targets together. Cobra of the Xeno Alliance and Irma Bunt of the Lane Hackers have an outing in Alberta on Freeport 14.

"Irma wearing a cherry-red dress made her way to Freeport 14 in Alberta wondering how this outing with Cobra will go. Making her way to Alberta she comes across a Liberty Police Incorporated Officer who obviously dosent know the crap he is about to get into. After making quick work of the Officer she decides to let Cobra know she will be landing soon."

I will be landing shortly, I do hope you are already there waiting to receive me. It seems an Officer of the Law tried to capture me and it didnt turn out so well for him. See you soon.

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[Reeves]

This date with a touch of diplomatic undertones was likely the first time Damian had allowed himself a break from the challenge that was being a Xeno. He'd spent the better half of a year adhering to strict guidelines of the Phantom Wing. Watching. Waiting. When the time came, he made sure that the only man in the Alliance who truly knew who he was had been reduced to nothing but pink dust. An event that he'd framed the LPI for. With the death of his handler, he was free to break out of his mask and try his hand at asserting control over the masses. It wasn't hard for him, he knew how to appeal to him and his ideas seemed practical. The tipping point would be usurping the artifact trade from the Congress.

And now he was here, sitting on the nose of his Prosecutor dubbed the "Recluse", awaiting Irma's arrival patiently. He hadn't been kept idle for very long, his communicator buzzing to life with her voice as she informed him of the cop she'd killed. "Starting the evening with a bang? I wasn't expecting you to be so direct, Irma. I'm in hangar one, two should be free for you. We can meet there."

Hopping down from the nose of his ship, he'd pace through the corridor that lead to the adjacent hangar, knowing that she'd be here soon. And once her ship filled in the emptiness of the area he reached up to slick his hair back with a sigh and straighten out the burgundy tie he'd elected to compliment his suit with. Silently, he waited for her to exit the Falchion that had pulled in and clamped down.

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[Irma Bunt.]

"Hangar two opens and the heavily modified Falchion starts its docking procedures. As the Falchion enters, the bay starts to turn red and everyone around suddenly feels a weird chill down their spine. Irma steps down and walks towards Cobra and as she gets closer she extends her hand outwards towards him as if she expects him to kiss her hand."

My my, dont you look rather dashing?

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[Reeves]

While it was by no means visible, the Libertonian side of him brought forth a monumental urge to roll his eyes upon the presentation of her hand. It was needlessly old-fashioned and vain, but he suppressed those notions for now and committed to a graceful bow, enough to accomplish the formality she felt entitled to. Straightening out after having graced the skin of her hand with his lips, he flashed a brief smile, idly reflecting on how at one point in his life he was being groomed and expected to exhibit all these facades of finesse.

"Oh, I'm more than capable of playing dress-up if I feel the need to make an impression. I will admit, I'm a little surprised that you decided to come." For all the Hackers thought they knew of the Xenos and the belligerent men that made up their rank and file, the man standing before Irma couldn't be more of an enigma even if he tried. Something the Professor-Provocateur reinforced personally.

[Irma Bunt.]

"Irma gave Cobra a sly smirk. She does feel a bit uncomfortable to put it plainly. He is still a Xeno and nothing concrete has been ratified between the Lane Hackers and The Xeno Alliance. If something where to go wrong it would have harsh implications."

Why would you be surprised? I didnt make it to hard for you to ask me out. So, what are we doing?

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[Reeves]

Meeting Irma would provide a good deal of insight into the nature of the people he was dealing with. She was no longer just some grunt now, she'd elevated herself into a position of relative importance. The fact that she was attractive from the right angles and pleasant to talk to, despite the ego, certainly made the process easier to stomach. "Casual murder and then dinner?"

One of those statements was a joke and the other was a real proposition. It was perhaps a little difficult to tell which one he was seriously suggesting.

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[Irma Bunt.]

"She walks next to Cobra with her arm wrapped around his. She seems comfortable but Irma's guard is never really down."

I think I got a head start on the murder, that officer really thought he was going to bring me in. I think its time I use a back-up ship as the Falchion is becoming more known. Lead the way.

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[Reeves]

He seemed to already have a place in mind, taking them up a few decks and to what seemed like an observation deck. At this hour the venue hadn't become an overcrowded slog, so it was rather comfortable to find seats by a food stall and with a generous view of the cloudy back-water that was Alberta. Taking the hint she'd exhibited at the outset of this meeting, he would pull out a chair for her and once seated he'd pick up on the statements she had made on the way over. "A new ship? Black-market's got plenty of options if you have the connections and the money. I guess the real question is why you don't use your own hardware?"

He found it curious especially considering that the Vindicator was made like a perfectly measured glove for the modus operandi of the average Hacker. Move in, kill a priority target and then execute a flawless retreat while the enemy desperately try to land shots with little surface area to rely on from the back. Then again, perhaps it was too fragile for her. He knew the staff of the food stall nearby would eventually approach them to ask if they wanted anything, in the mean-time he could anticipate what she might respond to him with.

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[Irma Bunt.]

She giggled at his question, connections and money are in abundance for any Lane Hacker and its clear to her that Cobra didn't really know this. I suppose it was to her advantage

"As an Assassin of the Lane Hackers I have access to a various vessels all ranging for different purposes. This Falchion is the only one you know about. I will admit to having my own Vindicator but that's all your getting out of me. Those who we call enemies will expect certain ship types coming after them and the closer I can come to a target without drawing suspicion the better."

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