threshel
First Post
Evil Ujio said:When Kluge turns he sees a woman, she wears a white mask, and she looks animated like a cartoon. She has a slim, sensual build and wears a white leather bodysuit; in one hand is a sword, equally white, her hair is blonde. But the mask covers her face, hiding any features if any the avatar or echo could have.
“Running a trace are we, just a little bit paranoid, I see. What if I just wanted to say hi in my own special way? But really you don’t have anything to fear from me, I just anted to propose a deal, you deliver your precious cargo to me, and I will double what your current employer is offering… what do you say?” she says waiting for a reply.
"Double? Don't insult me." Kluge keeps the trace running, and brings up a counter of his progress for both of them to see. The green readout counts down by milliseconds, giving the impression of rapidity as the numbers blur. "Less than a minute left. Then I know everything about you I need to know." His cursor eyes continue their stutter-sync blink. "I really hope this isn't your best masking scheme. How would you ever hide from me?"
Kluge lets the question hang in the air for half a second, then continues. "I don't like people interfering with my business. I don't break contracts. You think I'd still be working in this town if I just sold out to whoever had the most money?" Kluge makes a point of sniffing the air. "Smells like company tactics to me. Maybe you are a company cog."
Those cursor eyes shift towards the counter, briefly. "If you're obligated to make an offer, make your best one now."