[closed] he had it coming

[brickinthewall]

Who: Lancer and Hanna
Where: J-Star Outer Rim
When: W2D7
Summary: GIT REKT CORSO BLAKELY
Restrictions/Warnings: Hanna. Lancer. Violence. Language. WARRANTS.


[The good warrants were the ones she held out for, most often. They paid pretty well, got her to do something that lasted maybe more than a few hours. The lesser warrants, sure, she'll take them when she's bored enough, but it's these ones that make being a Killjoy actually fun.

Trust was something she lacked. This wasn't personal, even though it sort of was. She just didn't want anyone getting close to her, nor she to them. She'd already learned how to fend for herself, anyway.

So when the warrant came in, and when the warrant said she'd have a partner.

Well.

Hanna King was truly the most thrilled Killjoy. Off she went, to the coordinates, docking with little ceremony and strolling out from the ship. The designated meeting area became her first stop, and there she waited, lighting up a cigarette.]

Comments

[riastraid]

[ Meanwhile, partnership is something he can take or leave—it could make any contract more difficult before it made it any easier, so it was more about having some company than anything else.

And given who's there when he shows up, he can't really complain. Should be entertaining at the very least. ]

What, you again?

[ If there's any unresolved issues, he doesn't seem to notice, the exasperation in his tone largely teasing. ]

I'm starting to think fate's setting us up.

[ The universe's way of matchmaking: going to go beat up the same dude. Decently straightforward (business-wise anyway, no comment on anything more moral or Deep than that), provided they both came with enough leads to share notes and figure out where this guy'd holed himself up. ]

[brickinthewall]

Fate's got shit humor.

[Doesn't she know it.]

Least it got me a looker and not some hideous excuse of a foot for a partner.

[She knows she's got that part good, at least. Hanna's had more than her fair share of not just ugly partners, but ugly in personality. Not that she's any sort of pleasant human being, though.]

Loot's mine unless you manage to get it out from under me.

[riastraid]

[ Ordinarily, he'd have a lion's share of flirting to shoot right back, but they're technically on the job—besides, her challenge seems more fun. He responds with a bark of laughter. ]

You ever hear of sharing? [ Shaking his head, ] Let's worry about tracking down this Blakely bastard first.

[ And bicker about the spoils later. One datapad and tap across a holo-screen later— ] I hear he's taken up shop pretending to be a migrant worker in a square west of here, just waiting out a lull before he can get moving off-moon. Got a flag on a false ID earlier. Guess he's blending in and out of the Company eye—maybe trying to meet a buyer for that info he bolted with.

[ Or maybe he's just trying to make an honest living and life now, but that's not really what they're paid to worry about. Worst case scenario, they'll want to bust him up before any data exchanges hands. ]

[brickinthewall]

Time to intercept that fucker and make sure he doesn't get off-moon, then.

[She doesn't particularly care about the minutiae, honestly. What she really wanted was the intel. She couldn't admit, wouldn't admit it, but what if?

The constant question that plagues her day and night: what if? Odds were low that it had anything to do with her or her own unit, but anything is better than nothing.]

What's he look like?

[Except she's already swiping her own hand across his holo-screen.]

[riastraid]

[ Wow, ever heard of personal space, Hanna... But no, actually it's fine, he instinctively leans in a bit closer to give her a better view. The screen transitions into a portrait of an unoffensive looking man with a stocky face and severe nose.

Nothing exciting at a glance, because honestly, her priorities are probably on-target: it's not the man who's important. It's the intel. Lancer clicks aimlessly through some more information he's drummed up—frequent haunts, recent surveillance photos, possibly weapons, blah blah. ]

We may have to deal with [ 'deal with,' aka punch out ] a couplea buyers, but the target himself doesn't look too scary.

[ One more screen-tap before he pauses. ]

—Actually, it's all pretty pedestrian. Kinda surprised it caught your interest.

[brickinthewall]

Pedestrians get into accidents all the time.

[Translation: don't get between her and the intel.]

Buyers won't be a problem if they get stupid over a girl. Or guy, if they're into that. If not I guess we can deck them and run for it.

[She starts scanning the information with a keen eye, likely an eye that most wouldn't give her credit for. Military instincts start to kick in.

She could almost hear her husband pointing out the obvious, and the not-so-obvious.]

We got anything on likes and dislikes, that kind of thing? Favorite poison, weird kinks, that sort of shit?

[riastraid]

[ He answers with a low laugh. It's weird, but it'd be weirder if he hadn't been in this line of work so long already, and her focus itself is commendable; he taps once more, which pulls up a list of Blakely's recent credit charges and some black market deals he'd dug up. Besides the usual fake IDs and whatnot, there's some receipts for low shelf hokk (and lots of it), a reservation for a tour off-moon, a laundry bill, maybe some porn invoices. All sorts of mundane stuff. Things that make Corso Blakely more of a person than a target, but that's too poisonous a thought to indulge.

Instead, he regards her curiously. ]

Can I ask how you were thinkin' of going about this?

[ 'Deck them and run for it' was, truthfully, kind of his first thought. But she seems to have a little more finesse than that, even if that seemed to mean flirt their way in and out of trouble. ]

[brickinthewall]

Draw him out first. Causing a scene would alert him of our presence, so we might need to be subtle with this. We don't know shit about how well connected he is, or if he's the sort of idiot that would blow himself up instead of getting caught.

[Deck him and run would've been the option and, honestly, it still is. They just gotta set out some lures before going for the kill. Besides, Hanna has too much of a reputation to go in guns blazing for a high-level warrant.

This time, caution is the name of the game.]

When we get him away from the open, we can bag and tag him, or something. Name like mine don't go around quietly. If we get the jump on him, we'll be better for it.