revivalproject | Under the Gun

WHO: ~~Aeon Flux~~ Monica Distalus and you!
WHERE: The City
WHAT: Misadventures with a Merc
WHEN: Throughout the event!
WARNINGS: The Hellfire Club prompt has an outside link in case there's any NSFW content there. :) Otherwise I'll label anything as it comes up.

The Advertisement
In the latest edition of the newspaper, there's a plain ad: a triangle with a pop-art eye in the middle, its lashes long and bold. Above the logo are the words "Services Rendered". Below it: "Place Personal Ad In Best Foot Forward Magazine. Address To A.F."

The Hellfire Club - outside link for potential NSFW content
Maybe you're already a member. Maybe you found a way in otherwise. But if you're interested in the darker, steamier side of life, you might find yourself at Monica's workplace, The Hellfire Club. Or maybe you just wanted to get a hold of her and didn't know how to otherwise...? If that's the case, you're in for some interesting atmosphere.

The Mercenary
Aeon blends with the shadows in her black leather pants and jacket, a gun and a grappling cable at her hips. Whatever her target is tonight, she's not letting anything distract her from it --

-- hm, except for maybe that movement in the alley below that should, by all intents, not be there. She's canvassed the area and made herself familiar with its regular comings and goings, and this isn't one of them. Even if it's some mugger with a knife, she's not worried. She hooks her grapple over the edge of a roof and slides down to ground level to confront whoever's there. Whether it's you or she's accidentally your savior remains to be seen...

Wildcard
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A foot fetish magazine... seriously? God, this is embarrassing. But he's heard that this person is the one to go to if someone wants something... illegal. So he'll take a chance. It's nothing fancy. Just a request for A.F. to reach out to him regarding... services.

His phone rings the day the ad is placed - at a time of day where she will seem punctual, but not overeager for business.

"Is this E.K.?"

Eddie jumps when his phone rings. He hasn't been nervous about this at all, why would you even think that?! He swallows and answers.

"Uh... yeah. I'm guessing this is A.F.?"

"Correct. That wasn't a very detailed advertisement." She smirked down at the magazine in her hands, rubbing the glossy paper between her thumb and finger. "First time?"

He sighed, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "Uh... yeah. I didn't know how much detail to put in it since I'm not looking for, uh... feet..."

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"That's fine. Most people keep them simple and save the details for the call." She dropped the magazine on her kitchen counter and tilted her head to trap her phone between her ear and shoulder, deciding to pull open the fridge and fix herself a drink.

"So, Mr. K, what sort of things above the ankle are you looking for?"

Eddie stood and began pacing. It was only a phone call, but still... He gestured nervously as he talked. "I, uh. I've got a problem. I've got these powers I don't want. I've heard rumors that there's something out there that can make them go away... I've also heard that you're good at finding stuff like that. Do you think you can help me?"

"I specialize in getting rid of things people don't want, yes," she said smoothly. "This is the first time I've heard of someone wanting to get rid of a power, but that's your business. The less I know about it, the better. Give me half an hour to do some research and I'll call you back with a quote."

He'd been about to open his mouth and tell her why he didn't want it... oh... less information. Noted. He nodded, then remembered that she couldn't see him. "Yeah, okay. Thanks."

She didn't see any need to further the conversation now that the arrangement had been made as it stood, and hung up without even saying goodbye.

The information he wanted was child's play for someone who had the resources and contacts she did. A few phone calls to some Hellfire Club contacts and clients who were in her pocket for various reasons, and she had the information he needed. Not hard at all.

Exactly thirty minutes later, his phone rang again. She waited for him to speak first.

Oh. Rude. Is it? Ugh this feels so wrong.

He's so nervous.... Thirty minutes later when the phone rings, he jumps. Why is he so bad at this?!

Taking a breath, he answers the phone. "Hello?"

"E.K. The item you're looking for is available to obtain, but it requires breaching some very heavy security."

She'd also done a little homework on how much he, himself, was worth: what he had in accounts, any bonds, et cetera. She knew what she could charge without breaking the bank, and named a price that would be high for him, but reasonable for what was necessary.

"If you pay half by tomorrow you can have it within forty-eight hours."

He didn't expect it to be cheap. He makes good money and doesn't really spend it on much, so he's got a fair amount tucked away. He's surprised to hear that it'll cost less than he has saved. Small favors?

"Okay. Yeah, it's a deal. How do I send you the money?"

"I'll text you a link. That'll give you a password. A second text will give you a phone number. Call that number and use the password, and then you can initiate a credit card payment over the phone. It's more secure that way."

A pause. "Where do you want me to deliver when I'm done?"

That's... efficient. "Okay." Shit, he didn't think about that... uhhhhh... "Do you want to meet somewhere or should it be, like, a... what do you call it... drop spot? I've never done this before."

Efficiency was what got the rent paid, especially on a studio the size of hers. The fact that he was actually trying to talk like a sitcom spy made her laugh softly, though not in a condescending sort of way.

"If you truly want to be discreet, and you're willing to wait another day, I could ship it overnight. For the price of postage and packaging, of course. There might need to be dry ice involved if it needs to be temperature controlled."

He thinks about it for a moment. "No, no, that's fine. We can meet somewhere. Anywhere's fine."

She nodded, even though he couldn't see. "The Coffee Nation on 5th and Liefeld, then. I'll bring it in a gift bag, as though it's for a birthday. It's a pretty tried and true trick... no one bats an eye at that. Wednesday at twelve-fifteen? Or can you not get away for lunch?"

That all sounded pretty logical. "Okay. Okay, yeah. I can meet you. I'll see you, then."

"It's a deal. See you then, E.K."

She hung up the phone, made a note on her calendar, and got up to make her preparations. She had a heist to perform, after all.

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