Posted March 14, 2023, 10:51 p.m. by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Federation Security Agent) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Side Sim - Calloway and Pikelsimer, Head in The Cloud
Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Federation Security Agent) in Side Sim - Calloway and Pikelsimer, Head in The Cloud
Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Side Sim - Calloway and Pikelsimer, Head in The Cloud
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He looked at her for a moment, walking around her and casting an appraising eye. He moved a buckle so her hold-out piece wouldn’t get snagged on it if she had to draw it, and he moved one blade from the inside to the outside of her boot leaving the handle sticking up and visible. “Let’s ‘em know you can handle yourself.” Boyd said and then stepped back. “Walk it. Talk it.”
Boyd
Shara Calloway was a confident woman who understood and was comfortable with her body. This allowed her to adjust tiny things about the way she carried herself to effect subtle changes. Shara could saunter to cause an effect, but Elaine moved with a subtle roll of her hips as her heels struck the deck. A hand placed on her hip with her fingers splayed. She turned back to gaze at Boyd, her eyes both narrowed and exceptionally observant. “They won’t know here just how good I am at collecting things. I think we can use that to our advantage. I have a few contacts elsewhere that would been keen on info out of here. They’ll pay a good price too.” She broke into a dangerous grin, her foggy blue eyes lighting up. “Or they’ll be convinced to.”
~Elaine
Boyd grinned. “You set ‘em up, babe. I’ll knock ‘em down if they get too friendly.” and he chuckled. “Reminds me of that time you were in that Dreglinisan dive bar and that Naussican thought you looked tasty.” He walked past her and slapped her ass. “C’mon. Let’s get goin’. I need some new guns.” and he opened the door and walked out, not even looking at her.
Boyd
She didn’t even blink or react to the slap and Elaine moved with the same motion, her steps unhurried. She went where she wanted to and exactly as she meant to, and in this case she was content to follow Boyd out in the hunt for fun and (perhaps) trouble.
Elaine fell in step with him and though she didn’t look at him, the corner of her mouth lifted in a tiny smirk.
~Elaine
They moved off the ship and through the dock area. It would have been odd for anyone who knew them to see them meld so effortlessly into the scenery. And it was odd for two operatives of their tenure and caliber to fall so easily into playing off of one another so naturally, but they did. In a matter of moments, Elaine and Boyd were making their way through the Cloud.
“Ok, sexy… where we goin’? Like I said, I need some new guns, and could probably go for a drink. I know a few places here, but you’re payin’ the meter. So where to?”
Boyd
Elaine scanned the area, taking in the various people and watching who went into which establishment, sorting themselves in a natural way that was only obvious if you were looking for it. “The bar at one o’clock,” she said, striding off in that direction. It was a classier place (as much as one could find on a place like this), but the clientele had (usually) more money and dealt with higher rated items. It wasn’t less risky, but they were more likely to find those wanting to conduct serious business.
Striding up to the bar dubbed Illuminate, the lighting inside was dim aside from splashes of colour on the walls. Elaine herself drew attention and she just soaked it in, letting them know that knew was aware of it. Yes, dressed as she was she didn’t doubt she’d turn and eye or two. Sidling up to the bar, she gazed at the bartender with a tiny smirk. “Two Romulan ales, and none of those dishwater years either. Something from the 2360’s.” The best vintages were before the war years and of course before the destruction of Romulus.
~Elaine
Boyd leaned his back against the bar after sliding five slips to the bartender to let them know they were serious. “Eeny… Meeny… Miney… bingo. That’s the broker.” he said under his breath as he scanned the room. Oh, there were dealers all over. In the one glance around he clocked three drug deals, two pimps, what was probably a contract killing, and a few others. But one table, center of the back wall, seemingly innocuous, with one figure seated at it. No on looked their way, no one said anything to them… but every so often someone would stop at the table, talk, and slide something across. The seated figure simply brushed their hand over the object on the table and POOF*, it was gone.
Boyd
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