Post by Len on Aug 15, 2018 1:31:27 GMT -4
It was not often that Len found herself in this situation, but today the young woman had been forced into one of the more pleasant happenings of society: interacting with people without keeping them at gunpoint or turning them into swiss cheese. If there was one thing her mentor Rebecca had taught her, then it was the fact that sometimes it was more fun doing it with two, then it would be when you were to do something by yourself. This applied to a lot of things, some more juicy than the other, but in this case it was associated with the fact that sometimes you needed to rely on people to get the job done when you can't do it by yourself.
That's not to say that she couldn't do the job herself, in the end the idea of just running in there guns blazing was quite tempting, but she wanted to do this safely, especially with what was at risk. A recent rumor reached her ears about a certain man having moved over tot he suburbs of Musutafu. Simply said, the man might had appeared like nothing special: He was an aide working for the government, simply said a small wit to some big fish out there in that dark and corrupted world of politics. Then what in the world would she have to do with that? Well, the guy was actually working for the asshole that burned down the orphanage she was raised in, one whose identity still eluded her, but her contact source had told her that there was a definite link between him and the one responsible for her suffering.
Taking precaution Len had therefore decided to hire the assistance of someone with similar 'questionable means to an end' approach, simply said she was meeting up with a villain.
But that didn't explain why she was in this mess currently. Wearing a long green hooded coat over her clothes she had walked along the streets of Musutafu, her hood held up high so her features were concealed, till at least she arrived at the small bar in the suburbs of Musutafu.
Opening the door she stepped inside the building she had arranged her meeting at. It was pretty much empty aside from the lone patron at the bar and the bartender, a young woman in her late twenties who was busy cleaning the glasses. "Yo Munchkin~" The man said with a grin, raising his glass at her direction. He was a local, bit of a chatty type but a well-meaning person, at least as well-meaning as a drunk could be. "Yo Tipsy Tom." Approaching the bar the girl was already being swarmed by his playful remarks. "Not in pink today?" What a foolish question, a hand slipped out of her coat, opening it partway to reveal her combat gear beneath it. Everyone knew she was ALWAYS in pink.
The bartender smiled at her as she stopped in front of the bar, shit that place was so high... "Morning Len, as promised I booked the back of the bar for you, nobody will disturb you while you have your little chat." A nod of appreciation followed. "Thank ya, a bottle of whiskey please." The bartender chuckled at her, turning around as she finished polishing the glass. "Can't do my dear, you're underage."
Wait what?! Her eyes narrowing into a glare the girl couldn't help but find her temper flare slightly. "I'm not underage, I'm twenty-one already! Fuck I'm older than your local drunk!" Tipsy Tom chuckled at her remark while the bartender turned back toward her with a smile. "Did you look into the mirror lately? you look like you're in middle school."
Tick tock tick tock boom! Her anger reaching its boiling point she raised her hands, pointing the P90's loop toward the bartender. "Whiskey." The bartender slowly leaned over the counter, a hand gentlly pushing the weapon sideways as she asked with a smile. "The usual?" DAMD! WHY WHY WHY! Her cheeks turning red from frustration Len lowered her head in shame, concealing her weapon underneath her coat again and mumbled softly. "The usual..." a sigh of defeat escaped her lips as she heard the bartender hum. "One cold milk for the young lady~"
Grumbling curses that would make a sailor blush at the swearing Len made her way to the back of the bar and slipped into the booth, taking a seat as she waited for her partner for this little assignment to arrive. At the very least the 'The Angler' as the bar was called served good food and their milk was pretty delicious--- oooy don't judge her, also she knew the owner, the lady behind the bar had been a friend of Rebecca for years. If only she would stop treating her like a child! What child had a P90?!
That's not to say that she couldn't do the job herself, in the end the idea of just running in there guns blazing was quite tempting, but she wanted to do this safely, especially with what was at risk. A recent rumor reached her ears about a certain man having moved over tot he suburbs of Musutafu. Simply said, the man might had appeared like nothing special: He was an aide working for the government, simply said a small wit to some big fish out there in that dark and corrupted world of politics. Then what in the world would she have to do with that? Well, the guy was actually working for the asshole that burned down the orphanage she was raised in, one whose identity still eluded her, but her contact source had told her that there was a definite link between him and the one responsible for her suffering.
Taking precaution Len had therefore decided to hire the assistance of someone with similar 'questionable means to an end' approach, simply said she was meeting up with a villain.
But that didn't explain why she was in this mess currently. Wearing a long green hooded coat over her clothes she had walked along the streets of Musutafu, her hood held up high so her features were concealed, till at least she arrived at the small bar in the suburbs of Musutafu.
Opening the door she stepped inside the building she had arranged her meeting at. It was pretty much empty aside from the lone patron at the bar and the bartender, a young woman in her late twenties who was busy cleaning the glasses. "Yo Munchkin~" The man said with a grin, raising his glass at her direction. He was a local, bit of a chatty type but a well-meaning person, at least as well-meaning as a drunk could be. "Yo Tipsy Tom." Approaching the bar the girl was already being swarmed by his playful remarks. "Not in pink today?" What a foolish question, a hand slipped out of her coat, opening it partway to reveal her combat gear beneath it. Everyone knew she was ALWAYS in pink.
The bartender smiled at her as she stopped in front of the bar, shit that place was so high... "Morning Len, as promised I booked the back of the bar for you, nobody will disturb you while you have your little chat." A nod of appreciation followed. "Thank ya, a bottle of whiskey please." The bartender chuckled at her, turning around as she finished polishing the glass. "Can't do my dear, you're underage."
Wait what?! Her eyes narrowing into a glare the girl couldn't help but find her temper flare slightly. "I'm not underage, I'm twenty-one already! Fuck I'm older than your local drunk!" Tipsy Tom chuckled at her remark while the bartender turned back toward her with a smile. "Did you look into the mirror lately? you look like you're in middle school."
Tick tock tick tock boom! Her anger reaching its boiling point she raised her hands, pointing the P90's loop toward the bartender. "Whiskey." The bartender slowly leaned over the counter, a hand gentlly pushing the weapon sideways as she asked with a smile. "The usual?" DAMD! WHY WHY WHY! Her cheeks turning red from frustration Len lowered her head in shame, concealing her weapon underneath her coat again and mumbled softly. "The usual..." a sigh of defeat escaped her lips as she heard the bartender hum. "One cold milk for the young lady~"
Grumbling curses that would make a sailor blush at the swearing Len made her way to the back of the bar and slipped into the booth, taking a seat as she waited for her partner for this little assignment to arrive. At the very least the 'The Angler' as the bar was called served good food and their milk was pretty delicious--- oooy don't judge her, also she knew the owner, the lady behind the bar had been a friend of Rebecca for years. If only she would stop treating her like a child! What child had a P90?!
