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<blockquote data-quote="Ascending Crane" data-source="post: 721618" data-attributes="member: 7698">OOC:&nbsp; No problem, Uriel!&nbsp; These things happen.&nbsp; Nice picture, by the way.&nbsp; <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />*************************Earlier...The woman looks up at Tori and smiles nervously.&nbsp; &quot;Oh, no.&nbsp; No no.&nbsp; I just get nervous when I have to come here, I never know what Aiden has for--&quot;&nbsp; The rest of her sentence is cut off as Tammy calls everyone's name.Back at the office...Aiden nods as Torri, Simon and Andrew introduce themselves.&nbsp; He looks to Torri.&nbsp; &quot;Of course, my dear.&nbsp; Los Angeles may outlaw smoking everywhere you look, but last time I checked I was paying the rent for this office.&quot;&nbsp; He turns to Andrew and can see he's obviously uncomfortable with the smoke beginning to rise from Whisper, Torri, and Aiden.&nbsp; He clicks a white fan-like gadget on top of his desk, and the smoke begins to quickly filter into it, clearing the air.&nbsp; He smiles at Andrew.&nbsp; &quot;So sorry about that, lad.&nbsp; My wife abhors the habit, and so I find I must take care of it while working.&quot;&nbsp; Aiden motions to the walls.&nbsp; &quot;No windows here, thankfully.&nbsp; I have a bit of a problem with heights.&nbsp; No pun intended.&quot;Aiden grabs some files and sets them in front of him.&nbsp; He takes Simon's resume and puts in one of the thicker files, and then closes it.&nbsp; Looking up, he furrows his eyebrows.&quot;Almost forgot about you, Mr. Whisper.&nbsp; Ms. De La Cruz and gentlemen, the lad behind you is Mr. Whisper.&quot;&nbsp; He motions to the man with the shaved head who sits in the back.&nbsp; &quot;Very well, let's get down to business.&quot;Aiden sets down his cigar, and steeples his fingers - now quite serious.&quot;I do know all about you, yes.&nbsp; Each of you.&nbsp; My client has provided me with excellent background for each of you, down to what you ate for breakfast last week.&quot;&nbsp; Aiden pauses for a moment and then smiles briefly.&nbsp; &quot;I jest.&nbsp; But only a small bit, I assure you.&nbsp; My client has a resources that I cannot begin to guess at, and I do not question what he offers me.&nbsp; My client is also quite precise as to whom he wishes to hire, and I always follow his directions to the letter.&nbsp; His projects are always of excellent moral 'fiber', if you understand my meaning.&nbsp; There is however, a definite chance for danger in this particular project.&nbsp; The kind that some thrive on, and some run from.&nbsp; Of course this means that the monetary rewards for this project are... considerable.&quot;Aiden reaches into a drawer, and pulls out a four envelopes.&nbsp; He hands one to each of you.&quot;Inside, you'll find one thousand US dollars.&nbsp; That is yours, regardless.&nbsp; At the very least for making your way through traffic to see me!&quot; Aiden's smile broadens, and then vanishes.&nbsp; &quot; You have a choice here, however.&nbsp; You may take the envelope, walk out that door, and consider this a profitable - if slightly drab - afternoon adventure.&nbsp; Or you can stay here, and listen to more of this project, and consider that envelope an advance against your final consultation fee.&nbsp; A rather... small advance.&nbsp; By staying, you are not agreeing to come aboard for this project, you are agreeing to listen.&nbsp; There is, however - the matter of secrecy.&nbsp; Stay, and that thousand dollars at least buys your discretion.&quot;Aiden leans forward, and looks at each of you in turn.&quot;So... are you in... or are you out?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Ascending Crane, post: 721618, member: 7698"] [i]OOC: No problem, Uriel! These things happen. Nice picture, by the way. :)[/i] ************************* Earlier... The woman looks up at Tori and smiles nervously. "Oh, no. No no. I just get nervous when I have to come here, I never know what Aiden has for--" The rest of her sentence is cut off as Tammy calls everyone's name. Back at the office... Aiden nods as Torri, Simon and Andrew introduce themselves. He looks to Torri. "Of course, my dear. Los Angeles may outlaw smoking everywhere you look, but last time I checked [i]I[/i] was paying the rent for this office." He turns to Andrew and can see he's obviously uncomfortable with the smoke beginning to rise from Whisper, Torri, and Aiden. He clicks a white fan-like gadget on top of his desk, and the smoke begins to quickly filter into it, clearing the air. He smiles at Andrew. "So sorry about that, lad. My wife abhors the habit, and so I find I must take care of it while working." Aiden motions to the walls. "No windows here, thankfully. I have a bit of a problem with heights. No pun intended." Aiden grabs some files and sets them in front of him. He takes Simon's resume and puts in one of the thicker files, and then closes it. Looking up, he furrows his eyebrows. "Almost forgot about you, Mr. Whisper. Ms. De La Cruz and gentlemen, the lad behind you is Mr. Whisper." He motions to the man with the shaved head who sits in the back. "Very well, let's get down to business." Aiden sets down his cigar, and steeples his fingers - now quite serious. "I do know all about you, yes. Each of you. My client has provided me with excellent background for each of you, down to what you ate for breakfast last week." Aiden pauses for a moment and then smiles briefly. "I jest. But only a small bit, I assure you. My client has a resources that I cannot begin to guess at, and I do not question what he offers me. My client is also quite precise as to [i]whom[/i] he wishes to hire, and I always follow his directions to the letter. His projects are always of excellent moral 'fiber', if you understand my meaning. There is however, a definite chance for [i]danger[/i] in this particular project. The kind that some thrive on, and some run from. Of course this means that the monetary rewards for this project are... considerable." Aiden reaches into a drawer, and pulls out a four envelopes. He hands one to each of you. "Inside, you'll find one thousand US dollars. That is yours, regardless. At the very least for making your way through traffic to see me!" Aiden's smile broadens, and then vanishes. " You have a choice here, however. You may take the envelope, walk out that door, and consider this a profitable - if slightly drab - afternoon adventure. Or you can stay here, and listen to more of this project, and consider that envelope an advance against your final consultation fee. A rather... [i]small[/i] advance. By staying, you are not agreeing to come aboard for this project, you are agreeing to listen. There is, however - the matter of secrecy. Stay, and that thousand dollars at least buys your discretion." Aiden leans forward, and looks at each of you in turn. "So... are you in... or are you out?" [/QUOTE]

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