Blood Money - Blues and Chits

[Silver]

She let the seconds roll by as her pale grey eyes focused on him. Finally, with a small sniff of the air, Silver has made up her mind. This would be what, the fiftieth? Hundredth? She didn't keep track, neither cared to.

"Don't make promises in this line of work, bub. Or else your mouth is writin' checks your ass can't cash."

Leaning on her seat and putting her feet on the table, she stretched her arms, eager to stretch after flying twenty hours straight. As she finished, her nodded towards Spartan while looking at Fifty.

"Can you two give us some privacy? Got business to discuss with mom and dad here."

Her mouth flashed a grin, predator like, as if she was jumbling the notion of killing everyone in the room or simply on a happy memory. Maybe both, some would say. Her hand reached for her pocket and produced a small silver cigarette case that she promptly opened and placed a cigar on her lips. Spartan bowed slightly and turned around, keen to take note of the surroundings. Fifty hesitated, looking back at Cerulean. Noticing that, Silver didn't lost momentum.

"Don't worry. He'll tuck you in after the talk."

A tinge of anger flowed through Fifty's eyes for a split second before walking away. Silver turned her head around and watched him walk away before turning back, making sure they were alone. Opening the cigarette case again, she threw two data chips onto the table.

"Serendipity, or whatever sick joke the 'verse has for this. I got this job the moment I heard you kids were making waves."

Titanium, not even caring about protocol or decorum, reached for both chips and quickly inserted them into her data-pad. Not a second later, the files started to appear in her screen.

"While I don't care and I really don't mind you running the shots, Martin, this here is a three billion gig for two bodies. And boy. What two bodies."

He looked at Titanium that was focused on the files silently. Noticing the silence, she rose her eyes and looked at both.

"Una Kidman, LSF, also known as Bobcat, the Bobcat we have already met. And Generalmajor Anna Heinrich."

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop