Side Sim - Calloway and Pikelsimer, Head in The Cloud

Posted March 17, 2023, 4:26 p.m. by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) (Lindsay B)

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

Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Federation Security Agent) in Side Sim - Calloway and Pikelsimer, Head in The Cloud


Elaine paid for their drinks (she didn’t complain about the price but did give the bartender a dissatisfied look). “Here, darlin’, be nice to it and maybe it’ll be nice to you,” she said as she handed him one of the potent drinks. They of course would be very careful not to down too much of it, lest they dull their reflexes, but both could handle their alcohol well enough that a little would probably sharpen their skills. She waited for the sign telling her which direction to move in.

Striding forwards, Elaine moved with a mix of swagger and grace, daring anyone to look. A couple tables away from their quarry, she set her drink down and shifted the chair to be close to Boyd, but leave room to see the rest of the room. Crossing her legs at the knees, one long tightly clad leg was hanging out and she sat half leaning back in her chair. She brought the drink to her lips, letting the heady blue liquid slip down her throat with nary a reaction. “I do hope this place isn’t as boring as it seems.”

~Elaine, Purveyor of Special Things

Boyd sat next to her and put an arm over her shoulder. He took a drink and shrugged and made a meh face. “Not bad… not the best.” He watched the broker by looking everywhere else in the bar except there. At one point, a Cardassian stopped and looked at Elaine and then at Boyd. “She for sale?” he asked. Boyd looked up at him and said “If you have to ask, you couldn’t afford her. Beat it.” The Cardassian glared but walked away. After a few minutes, Boyd leaned in and nibbled her ear, using that as a cover. “Broker has a four to five minute window between clients. After the next one, let’s introduce ourselves.”


She gave a little murmur of approval and a sly smile slipped on her face.

Elaine sipped her drink and waited, leaning in now and again, once actually letting her lips brush his. But for the most part, Elaine was letting people underestimate her role in the partnership.

At the designated window, Elaine slipped out of her seat, her hand dragging along Boyd’s shoulder and she, drink in hand, sauntered over to the Broker’s table, sipping into one of the seats and gazing intently. “Hello,” she said.


The Broker looked startled and then gazed at Elaine, appraising rhe new arrival, and deciding her sliding into his booth was not an unwelcome event. He smiled for a moment…

And then Boyd slid in on the other side of him.

“My boss would like a word.” he said as he put an arm over the back of the booth and behind the broker. “But you aren’t gonna talk till she tells ya. You’re gonna listen. And then, when its your turn, you can speak. Now don’t break the rules. Cause of ya do, then I gotta get all kinds of nasty with your flesh. And neither of us really wants that, right? Nod if you agree.” The broker thought for a moment, gave a dejected sigh when the disruptor barrel in Boyd’s grip dug into his ribs, and nodded. “Good. We appreciate it. Saves us all lots of time.” and he nodded at Elaine.


Elaine smiled sweetly, which under the lighting and given the circumstances came off a lot more deranged than it did pleasant. “I have some very… particular clients who are interested in information that might give them an edge, so to speak. They are expanding their spheres of influence and are interested in the personal details of those that might be working out this way. I’m sure a resourceful person like yourself must have come across such information as of late.”


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