Side Sim - Calloway and Pikelsimer, Head in The Cloud

Posted May 1, 2023, 12:40 p.m. by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Federation Security Agent) (James Sinclair)

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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.”


He looked at her and said “And you think I’ll just give you that because your boy-toy has a gun in my ribs? S#!t… thats not even the first time thats happened today. Besides, anyone you would wanna know about would do a hell of a lot worse if I started talking to people I don’t know about their business.” He looked directly at her cleavage and then said “But if you want to get to know me, I’d be happy to have that conversation.” and he gave her a wholly inappropriate grin.


Shara leaned in slightly. “Oh hunny, I’m not sure you could handle getting to know me that well. And no, I don’t just expect anyone to give anything, but I’m all for fair exchanges. Since you know about the kind of people I want to know about, I might be inclined to share, of say, a bit of wisdom about someone who is going to screw you over badly you’ll never be able to walk into this place again. If, of course, that mattered to you at all. I’m sure you have plenty of places you could hide for, oh, probably years, I’m thinking?” she said, giving Boyd a casual glance.


Boyd shrugged and said “I dunno, hun. The damage that one is gonna do to this one-” and the gun pressed harder, “- is big. But he seems a clever sort. I’ll bet ten slips he makes it almost a year. You up for a wager?” and Boyd looked at the broker. “You? You want in? We can collect from your widow after, no worries.”


“A whole year?” Elaine said, narrowing her eyes as she studied. “If he makes it past this week, I’ll give him two years. I’m feeling in a rather generous mood today,” she said, breaking into a grin, her foggy blue eyes lighting up.


The fixer’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Someone is coming for me and my business? Now that information could have a trade value. But I need to know who you want to know about first.

Micah looked at Him for a moment and then said “We need to who trades in weapons; and we need to know who here trades in biological material.” The fixer looked at Boyd and said “Arms dealers and slavers?” He looked confused for a moment and then looked at Elaine. A slow realization began to spread over his face and he swallowed noticeably hard. “Guns and slaves… thats Syndicate business. But I thought the Orions didn’t want to operate this far away from their space?”


Elaine shrugged. “Oh, that’s what people think, for sure,” she said with an air of amusement. She of course knew better. Boyd might pay for that little addition later, but she was fine going with it. “The reality is is that the Syndicate does what the Syndicate does and it does’t care to be… constrained in any way.”

She leaned back, gazing at the broker rather intently. “Tell you what, I’m a reasonable person and it would rather sad, tragic even, to leave you to your own devices, given how things are about to go down without our help. So, you give me a legit name and I’ll tell you who is about to make your life a living hell. Aside form us of course,” she said, flashing him a wide grin that could only be described as dangerous.



He thought for a long moment and then said “Fine. But take that out of my ribs, alright?”


Micah, er… ‘Boyd’… shrugged and slid the pistol into it’s holster. “Ok. Let’s hear it, my friend.”


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