[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

[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.