who the fuck is you [p]
Aug 4, 2015 23:19:43 GMT -5
Post by Rachael on Aug 4, 2015 23:19:43 GMT -5
Rachael couldn't say she particularly enjoyed the time she spent in the Lower Class. Her stock at the store was pathetic compared to what she could have at the Luxury District location, but it was necessary in order to maintain appearances. Not that she had a huge influx of customers here anyways, if she was being honest. Books ( especially paper ones, but she only carried one or two of those at a time here and they were kept behind bars ) weren't really something most of these people could afford, so her store remained small at all times. It kept her from getting noticed though, which was mattered. People never really suspected that their bookseller was keeping an eye on them for the police. Or perhaps sending home the occasional marked book when someone seemed suspicious. So in the end the situation worked out well for her.
The store's lack of popularity also allowed for her to close it whenever she needed to walk about the neighborhood or spend more time with larger operations. And less officially, it let her get a breather when she was sick of the store's cramped and stuffy location. Not that the outside air in the Lower Class was all that much better, but at least there was something of a breeze from the dome. She let out a sigh as she turned over the 'open' sign on the shop's door, the sign clattering before she closed and locked the doors. Alright, so a walk around the neighborhood to check the suspicious points she'd tagged earlier on. She'd need to record any changes or signs of disturbance, as well as the possible reactions of citizens in the neighborhood to the few false baits she'd placed. There were a few people she was trying to put on edge, to see if they would reveal any information haphazardly when pressured. Honestly, none of it was all that interesting. But she couldn't be going on raids all the time, so it was sometimes necessary to keep tabs on the population in more subtle manners.
Her boots tapped on the pavement as she began her route, giving slight smiles to the people she passed. At least one of them she had plans to remove soon on charges of supporting Vigilantes. Her evidence was almost completely compiled, but she was waiting for the final nail in their coffin. Finally she moved past the more populated parts of the neighborhood and towards the alleyways, her footsteps becoming quieter as the lighting around her dimmed. When she was certain there was no one around, she ducked against a wall and pulled up a small holoscreen, eyes running over the reports of her scanners in the area as they conveyed their data to her. A few had been moved, but nothing seriously tampered with...except. Her eyes locked onto one which was no longer responding. It didn't seem as if it was broken, which would mean some sort of dampener was being used. Something temporary, so there was probably activity happening right now.
Rachael hastened her steps towards the location of her nonfunctioning sensor, slowing only when she got close and pressing herself near the wall. Her hand reached into the pouch at her side, pulling out a hunk of metal which quickly expanded itself into a gun in her hands. There were voices coming from the alleyway, but she couldn't quite make out what they were saying. For now, she pressed closer, holding the pistol up and making sure she kept out of sight. It was most likely something minor, but better to be safe than sorry. At least it meant she might do something vaguely interesting today.
The store's lack of popularity also allowed for her to close it whenever she needed to walk about the neighborhood or spend more time with larger operations. And less officially, it let her get a breather when she was sick of the store's cramped and stuffy location. Not that the outside air in the Lower Class was all that much better, but at least there was something of a breeze from the dome. She let out a sigh as she turned over the 'open' sign on the shop's door, the sign clattering before she closed and locked the doors. Alright, so a walk around the neighborhood to check the suspicious points she'd tagged earlier on. She'd need to record any changes or signs of disturbance, as well as the possible reactions of citizens in the neighborhood to the few false baits she'd placed. There were a few people she was trying to put on edge, to see if they would reveal any information haphazardly when pressured. Honestly, none of it was all that interesting. But she couldn't be going on raids all the time, so it was sometimes necessary to keep tabs on the population in more subtle manners.
Her boots tapped on the pavement as she began her route, giving slight smiles to the people she passed. At least one of them she had plans to remove soon on charges of supporting Vigilantes. Her evidence was almost completely compiled, but she was waiting for the final nail in their coffin. Finally she moved past the more populated parts of the neighborhood and towards the alleyways, her footsteps becoming quieter as the lighting around her dimmed. When she was certain there was no one around, she ducked against a wall and pulled up a small holoscreen, eyes running over the reports of her scanners in the area as they conveyed their data to her. A few had been moved, but nothing seriously tampered with...except. Her eyes locked onto one which was no longer responding. It didn't seem as if it was broken, which would mean some sort of dampener was being used. Something temporary, so there was probably activity happening right now.
Rachael hastened her steps towards the location of her nonfunctioning sensor, slowing only when she got close and pressing herself near the wall. Her hand reached into the pouch at her side, pulling out a hunk of metal which quickly expanded itself into a gun in her hands. There were voices coming from the alleyway, but she couldn't quite make out what they were saying. For now, she pressed closer, holding the pistol up and making sure she kept out of sight. It was most likely something minor, but better to be safe than sorry. At least it meant she might do something vaguely interesting today.
