Under the Gun

[hooliganstatus]

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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Comments

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

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?"

[hooliganstatus]

"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."

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

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?"

[hooliganstatus]

"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?"

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

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."

[hooliganstatus]

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."

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

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

[hooliganstatus]

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?"

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

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

[hooliganstatus]

"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.