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Post by blanchesidonie on Feb 2, 2012 17:33:21 GMT -5
Blanche left her ship just as the sun was setting. Right on time. Her heels crunched the dirt beneath her as she strode away from the docks into the city proper. There was a swing in her step and her head was held high, the walk of a woman who felt confident and satisfied. This promised to be a decent job. Supposedly easy with a slight possibility of trouble, certainly plenty of opportunity to manipulate people. Just what she enjoyed.
For the moment, only one weapon was visible. Her pistol tucked into a quickdraw holster on her right thigh, it was the only gun she took with her for tonight. In any case, her other weapons were the interesting ones. The darts, some with drugs and some that were just especially sharp. The tactical knife, which was really only sensible to carry at all times. It was her basic set of weapons, the ones she could always be counted on having. Any other weapons depended on the nature of the job.
Downtown, there were plenty of people milling about. Blanche leaned herself against the front of a closed store, just another body wasting time. She tucked her hands into the pockets of her jacket and waited. Through drooping eyelids she kept careful watch of the street, analyzing everyone who seemed to give her more than a passing glance. Soon enough her contact would show with the information she needed. Tenoch had relayed the location of the meeting to his man, telling him that he'd know her when he saw her. She just had to wait.
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Bruce Tenoch
Crime Boss 
[AWD:01]49 Years Old
Senator
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Post by Bruce Tenoch on Feb 2, 2012 20:09:05 GMT -5
Bruce was pleased, he had contracted someone rather quickly to work for him. The work in question being kidnapping the man who had nearly killed his daughter, Sian, a few years ago. It was time for him to cut off that potential leak of information. Though the man probably wouldn't be so stupid as to outright tell anyone he had failed to kill the companion, it might come out eventually. The Senator had waited and bided his time to lower the risk of suspicion in the man's disappearance. So long as the bounty hunter did her job well. Avoiding Minerva Colt was a good idea in that sense. Trenton would let her know that though, since he was her contact. Blanche sounded like a capable woman. ---------- [Enter Trenton Rale] Trent had gotten word from his actual employer days ago about meeting the bounty hunter woman who would complete the job. He'd been a small time man for Minerva for months so that he could keep tabs on the inner-workings of Persephone's syndicates. At least as much as he could. Trent had made sure to do some jobs with Dennis so he could keep an eye on him better. It had paid off too, Rakul became trusting of Trenton after a few pay-days. He was on his way now to meet with the bounty hunter, to share the information he could. Had to make sure to tell her to avoid Minerva Colt if she could help it, definitely not the woman to get attention from here on the planet. Especially with the sensitive information going on during this job. All hell might break loose on Persephone if Colt found out Dennis had fail a few years ago. Getting out before making sure Sian was dead, he'd been scared of getting caught. Trent was sure of that. Trenton had been sitting in the vicinity that the meet was supposed to happen for a couple hours, just to make sure everything was on the up and up. He wore his fairly usual, brown western hat, plain shirt and pants. Nothing fancy about this man at all. Less chance of being remembered. He waited a few minutes after he saw Blanche approach the location before making any movements. Finishing the last of his glass of water and dropping some coin on the table he began to walk. Not directly to her of course, casually moving through the crowds of people in the streets, nodding at a few he knew. He simply passed her by, barely pausing when he spoke, "Walk wi' me." Short and simple. Trent didn't wait on her, he kept walking. Making sure neither of them were being followed, taking turns here and there. Seemingly not knowing where he was going, but he knew. They had to move somewhere discreet. They ended up down an ally, unoccupied at that. Pre-arranged of course. Money talked and Trenton knew the language. Finally he spoke again, "Trenton Rale, Miss Sidonie." He didn't hold out his hand to her to shake, simply stared at her for a moment. "Tell me wha exactly ya been told. He has a tendency to be ratha vague at times, an' I got no intention of this job goin' south." |
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Post by blanchesidonie on Feb 3, 2012 16:19:15 GMT -5
She was there for a few minutes before Trenton revealed himself, passing her in the crowd. Blanche paused a moment after Trenton instructed her to follow him. She took her time, never losing sight of him but keeping an appropriate distance to avoid suspicion. Eventually they ended up in a deserted alleyway. Perfect. Blanche's hands were still stuffed in her pockets. Handshakes were an unnecessary formality here.
"I was told your boss has a man that's done him some wrong here on Persephone. He wants him brought in alive to deal with however he chooses. Guys got some ties to one of the syndicates here. That's all I know so far. Doesn't sound like too much trouble so far. You're supposed to be the detail man though." Blanche was curious to see how many surprises there were in this job, but she didn't mind accepting vague jobs. Eventually she'd get the details she needed. Or at less enough detail to smell a set up.
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Post by A Face in the Crowd on Feb 4, 2012 11:31:22 GMT -5
[Trenton Rale - Run by Kyla]
Trenton nodded slightly as Blanche spoke, explaining what little she knew about the job. Grinning once she finished, Bruce you're a right bastard, he thought to himself. The woman didn't know very much, but as she said that was his part of the job. Leaning against the wall he began, "Tha's a decent summary yeh, is a lil' more then tha though. Trouble part depends on how well ya plan this job out really."Scratching his head he took a moment to think, how to approach the potential here with this one. Might as well be straight-out with her, the less they beat around the bush the less likely they are to be seen together. "One of tha syndicates 'ere..you could say that. Dennis is a small man in the world of Minerva Colt. Ya know who she is righ'?" Trent watched for Blanche's reaction, wondering if she new who Colt was, what exactly she knew about her and her work. |
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Post by blanchesidonie on Feb 6, 2012 16:09:22 GMT -5
Minerva Colt. Blanche knew the name, alright. A sly grin formed on her lips. "Heard of her, never had the pleasure of meeting. Has a reputation as a smart, dangerous woman." Just her type. Hearing the possibility of causing trouble with Colt actually made her want the job more. Now it had the possibility of real danger. Blanche would need back-up plans even. "How important does this guy seem to her organization? Will he be missed? Blanche didn't care that this might make Minerva Colt put a hit out on her, she just needed to factor the possibility of that into her planning.
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Post by A Face in the Crowd on Feb 8, 2012 11:26:36 GMT -5
[Trenton Rale - Run by Kyla]
Trent grinned, at least she knew who Minerva was. "Wouln't say meetin' her is a pleasure, but to each ther own I 'spose." He shrugged a bit. Important was a lose term, you were important usually only for a short time. Trent knew the entire cause for this job, one of the few who actually knew the truth of the situation. "His importance is ratha minor now, however due to his previous job he may be missed. Though not too terribly I 'spose." At least that was Bruce's hope. If Minerva noticed, with any luck it would take her a long while to put the pieces together, if at all. Trent pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, holding it out to Blanche. "This be a list o' the places and times that Dennis can usually be found, everythin' is up to you. I prefer ta not be present at the time though, if ya don' mind to terribly." |
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Post by blanchesidonie on Feb 13, 2012 18:49:08 GMT -5
"I'll be sure to not leave any clues behind in case he is missed." She assured him with a cold smile.
Blanche took the paper from him and gave it a quick glance. "Oh, I don't mind. With any luck no one will even see the grab." Luck didn't always smile on stealth though, so she was already picturing the locations in her mind to determine which one had the most flexibility. "You can tell Mr. Tenoch to be expecting this package on his doorstep nice and soon." Blanche had some supplies to gather.
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