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Post by Adalura on Mar 1, 2016 5:27:48 GMT -5
She didn't say it out loud, but the less words she heard from the potential pain in her ass, the better his chances were looking. The idea that he was lying was as clear as day to the redhead- it was more a matter of figuring out exactly what he was lying about that kept her in a state of indecision. Then there was what was going through the male's head. Was he plotting something? Cooking up another fabricated batch of stories to sway her decision? Although she'd borderline request it at this point, silence was probably the most dangerous reception she could have received. It meant he had all the power in the world to dedicate to thought.Rio thought long and hard, perhaps a little too long when playing with the tightrope of luck. The wind had been strong since she'd arrived in the pseudo-desert, but this shift of wind had been especially strong. All it took was a split second, she looked left as the gust hit, causing the Lion to close her organic right eye- leaving Lev invisible for just a split second before her head turned back. The cybernetic eye, unaffected by the sand blowing past caught a distorted blur of her captive charging forward just a moment too late. Several things were considered in such a short amount of time. Her arm rose up, firing just short of meeting her target and ineffectively wounding the endless ocean of sand. Rio was light, and very easily moved by the 'surprise hug' set upon her. Before she'd even left the ground- the panic had set in. Situational awareness let the marksman become quickly aware of her position, and the skull-capped doctor had tackled her straight into a pile of scalpels, knives and vials of who knows what."Shitfuc---"Rio had barely enough time to curse before the impact happened. She swore she'd heard something synonymous to glass breaking, but the assumption was overridden by the multiple sharp pains in her back and the force that nearly knocked the wind out of her in the process. Thankfully, none of the knives had been pointing directly up, but a sliding tackle had certainly caused some unwanted friction between the male's equipment and Rio's backside. Her cybernetic hand tightened around the gun, refusing to give it up even if its usefulness was questionable at best in such close quarters. Combat wasn't the slender Lion's strong point, demonstrated both in how easily she was tackled and the rebuttle she gave in the form of swinging for her assailants head."Get off me, you fuck!"Rio bared fangs, struggling to recover some form of advantageous position despite the tackle. Her body thrashed on the equipment beneath her as a slender red tail attempted pulling at the knife strapped across the back of her hips. Anything to help when 'rational thought' was replaced with 'life or death'.
I wasn't exactly sure what Lev had on him in terms of potions / poisons, so if Rio lands on something 'unfortunate' (aside from the nightmare fuel scalpels) then ho-well /SHOT
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Post by Levenin on Mar 1, 2016 20:32:17 GMT -5
At first it seemed like he had the upper hand. Maybe it was the winds, or maybe the unexpected swiftness with which he’d struck her down but somehow, Levenin’s impulsive idea had worked. His ear went deaf from where the bullet had whizzed past, leaving a ringing that he hoped would go away if given a few hours. He’d wanted to pin the woman’s arms on either side but only managed to get a hand on the one holding the rifle. All he could do was keep it firmly pointed away from him, as he didn’t have nearly enough strength to wrest it from her control. Something about the way her hand felt as he gripped it for dear life seemed off.
”I’m not trying to hurt you!” As if she’d believe that with him currently acting as the aggressor. There was no way to explain what he was trying to accomplish here. Levenin wasn’t even certain if he knew anymore. Put her to sleep and flee into the dunes? That was about as close as he could think to describe it.
If only he could roll her over. Just underneath was his knife and—
The vials.
His pretty little poisons had still been propped up nicely in the sand before getting himself into this scrap— and Lev had let it slip his mind. None of them were particularly dangerous on their own… but possibly mixed together through an open wound was another story. ”Wait—!”
A fist connected with Levenin’s face and he was sent careening next to her. Despite what he was sure was a bleeding lip or nose, Lev paid it no heed and scrambled back to her side. He was about to push her onto her side to see where the damage had been done, but her thrashing made it impossible. Getting bitten by a stranger in the savannah wasn’t really something he wanted to experience today. Biting said stranger back was less appealing, and the man was unsure of how his mod-based teeth venom would react if he chose to sedate her with it.
”Please, you gotta let me help you!” Levenin pleaded. He dared not hold her down but rational conversation was quickly fading as the alternative. ”If you broke something, you could have any number of neurotoxins or cardiotoxins in your bloodstream right now. I have to know which. I-I have the antivenom in my… I didn’t mean for this to happen…”
Time was being wasted with apologies. Levenin snapped out of it and began digging into his tote bag. The needles were in here somewhere, likely buried in fabric along with the syringes for a dose or two. Cooperation or force— that had yet to be decided. All the thief knew was that this was now entirely his responsibility.
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Post by Adalura on Mar 2, 2016 5:59:18 GMT -5
The 'caged animal' prediction Lev had given earlier came to true fruition as Rio fought for some semblance of stability. As a girl on the tiny side in most all aspects- she didn't have very much to offer in the strength category. Of course, that did little to stop her from trying- and managing a direct hit on the male no less. She highly doubted it did much more than stun him for a moment, but it could have been the opportunity she needed.
Adrenalin coursed through her veins as Rio shuffled carelessly to get up. A few additional shots of pain came up her backside, but it was numbed by the urgency to return to a dominant position. She rolled over, liberating herself from the now damp pile of sand, knives and...neurotoxins? The moment rushed by like cars on a freeway, leaving Rio little time to consider the situation around her. She drew her pistol, aiming it in both hands at the male as she worked her way to a kneeling position. Her breath was staggered both from the struggle and the surprise that preceded it. Both eyes fixated on the skull-wearing doctor with venom- though hindsight would later tell her it held no candles to the contents she'd just rolled all over.
"You've got some nerve."
Any semblance of courtesy or trust in the Lion's voice was far gone. She liberated one hand from her gun, if only to rub the sand out of her organic eye. Somewhere along the tackle and the brief struggle that followed it- the Lion had lost the cover of her hood, leaving tanned skin and red hair and ears exposed to the harsh desert sun. It mattered little in the moment- as the potential pints of blood ready to join the drops already cascading on the sand seemed like the most present health concern of the moment.
Negotiations were off the table now. The words Levenin had spoken a moment before were lost like a pin in the sand. Already forgotten in the heat of the moment, despite how desperately the depths of Rio's conscience tried to tell her there was something wrong. She squeezed the trigger, or so she thought. A delay in her prosthetic? Due to all the sand? And yet, her organic finger failed in equal application. What panic she could muster sprung forth threefold upon focusing on the male. He was digging into his bag for something, perhaps a gun she hadn't checked? Foolish. Careless.
"What'd you..-"
Breathing in the harsh Savannah was difficult, but never this hard. Every breath felt labored, like the last repetition on a strenuous exercise. Things were far from ok but it just started to dawn upon the marksman that things were most definitely, in all senses of the word 'wrong'. Rio had still managed to hold her gun up, but it was becoming more and more apparent she wasn't going to fire. Ears sloped down the same way she'd later recall they did when she felt sick to her stomach. Bad slum-fish was a terrible thing after all. There was an odd distortion between natural and artificial vision that started a headache real quickly. It wasn't long before her organic eye closed, leaving the two in a silent stalemate, commentated only by the unforgiving winds of the sunlit desert and the increasingly desperate breaths of a girl on the verge of passing out.
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Post by Levenin on Mar 2, 2016 20:57:43 GMT -5
Contents had shifted in his bag, probably sometime after changing clothes earlier in the day. How could he be so careless as to not check to make sure everything was still in place? It was all assumption, of course— the assumption he’d only be here overnight to steal something and then make a break for it back home. Antivenom and medical supplies were always “just in case,” but now when Lev really needed them, they were nowhere to be seen.
Though he knew he should’ve been paying attention to his newly acquired patient, Levenin couldn’t focus on both her and his own frantic search for something to keep her from going into shock. ”What’re your symptoms? How long have you had them?” he asked, having gone completely into doctor mode. He didn’t expect an actual answer but force of habit prevailed over anything else.
Though as the seconds ticked by and he didn’t hear anything at all, that was enough for Lev to finally pay attention to the woman. The color drained from his face upon seeing her struggle to breathe, let alone form coherent words. Well, it was definitely the muscles… probably. If it’d been neuro-based, he’d be timing seizures right about now instead.
”Don’t struggle. You’ll make it harder for yourself to breathe,” ordered Levenin before carefully taking the opportunity to move her over just enough to see the evidence underneath— surprisingly, most everything was still in tact save for one vial that’d split open from the fall. ”The hemlock derivative…”
The only broken one, thankfully. Not anything fatal either (at least not with the amount he’d brewed in), but still very uncomfortable. Though if she decided to go into a panic attack, then there’d be problems.
”Umm, please don’t look if you don’t like needles…” If she didn’t kick his ass in a few minutes for his bedside manner, then it’d be by a stroke of mercy. Wrangling a tourniquet around one of the sniper’s biceps, Lev finally managed to fish out the antivenom he was looking for and swiftly delivered it before she had a chance to fight back. He had a thought to confiscate the gun before her muscles were freed from paralysis, but she’d likely claim it within seconds and then beat him into a pulp for doing so.
It was now that Levenin could get a good look at this person he’d caused such a fuss for. It was her eyes— full of death wishes for him— that made the man think about making his leave while the chance was available. However, he stayed firmly by her side anyway. It was against his nature to abandon a patient, after all.
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Post by Adalura on Mar 3, 2016 2:18:12 GMT -5
The male's words came out in low bass amidst the muffled sounds of wind around them. She didn't quite make out what he said, too focused in the moment and the fleeting breaths that became harder and harder to draw out as the moments passed. She recognized this feeling- it was the feeling of being choked out. The distorted tunnel-vision that crept in from the corners of her eye as well as the growing weakness in her muscles. The supply of oxygen soon took its toll- forcing the Lion to lower her weapon and fall over to her side.
Rio felt a tightening around her arm. It had long since given up retaining her weapon, now laying limply at her side while the sun blinded any attempts she had of accessing the situation. She attempted to jerk her arm away, but Rio wasn't hard to overpower in the best of times- this was no exception. The redheads cybernetic eye was still delivering images much more clearly to her oxygen-starved head, and the auto-shading lens allowed her to look up at the doctor as he started prepping his injection. The lack of sensation when it punctured her arm was almost humorous. She knew why, and Lev not knowing would likely cost her a life- pending the injection wasn't going to further her condition any more.
With a form of strength, she reached up and gently grasped the male's wrist. She pulled out, hoping Lev would cooperate enough to let her lead the head of the needle several inches up to right below the tourniquet. She pulled his wrist down into a new puncture in solid, real flesh, causing an actual reaction this time in the form of an unappreciative wince. What the injection did could be one of two extremely opposite effects- but the art of gambling had already been lost on the marksman today. No choice left now but to double down.
Go figure it would actually work out.
Rio couldn't tell what time had passed before her breathing became more fluent. Deep breaths were possible, and believe as sure as the sun would set she was taking them. Each gasping breath for air brought back a little of her senses at a time. The feeling of overheating she could certainly do without, and laying in the sun had brought the feeling of dehydration on in full swing. Rio pulled her hood back over her head and ears, rolling over and seeing she was still in possession of her gun. The Lion slid back a few feet immediately, checking her clip, confirming she still had one shot in the chamber and slamming the mag back in before pointing it back at Lev with a distrustful look. The feeling of nausea was still very much present, as well as a bit of weakness no doubt left over from her struggling breaths over the last several minutes.
"I could kill you. I should kill you after pulling that goddamn stunt."
Rio abandoned her venomous look at the male, grabbing her pack and desperately searching for the tube that left the camelpack she'd brought. Opening it up with haste, Rio drank from the container eagerly, coughing several times as her momentum outdrew her capacity to drink. Several panting breaths later, she looked up to the male once more.
"...If you had those vials planned out for monsters, I'd have been dead almost instantly. At least, by my understanding. I'm gonna give you one more chance to tell me who you are and I swear to god if you tell me something I don't like I swear to god I'll kill you. What are you here for?"
This situation was a hell that kept growing hotter with every passing minute. The equipment he carried clashed with the minority of his story. Options were on the table, and because 'management' had been unprepared she had no outs to exercise.
Rio's eyes narrowed. For better or worse, he'd fixed his chance to kill the sniper where she stood. She had to believe he had some point here, and there weren't many ways of finding out what.
"Who are you here for?"
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Post by Levenin on Mar 3, 2016 20:38:17 GMT -5
There it was again— that “off” feeling about her body as Levenin tried inserting the needle. The syringe refused to empty and as he kept depressing the plunger with more and more force, the thief feared he’d only end up breaking the needle off into her arm. Was this a vein poking out of the skin or something else entirely? Or maybe the incessant ringing in his ears was distracting him more than he thought. It just didn’t feel real. ”Wait… Is this…?”
Lev wanted to say “fake” before something grabbing his wrist suddenly turned the word into a surprised gasp. The bevel slipped in again before he could react, but this time it pierced (luckily) into a different vein without hesitation. This one seemed real enough. The liquid swirling around inside the syringe emptied in seconds as Levenin let it go through. There had to be a reason she’d corrected him, and hopefully it wasn’t her trying to smack him in the face a second time.
”A prosthetic?” he said, pressing his fingertips up and down her forearms while searching for where it began. ”I could’ve wasted that entire dose… I can’t believe I didn’t catch it before…”
He could see the woman’s face, flushing red and sweating, from the direct sun overhead and the only thing Lev could think to do was fan her with his fake passport papers. Her movements were still sluggish and he watched as she went back to pointing the gun at him. With a sigh, Levenin calmly dug into his bag, holding up a small, slender box in clear view.
”Hydration tablet? I, uh, bought these so they’re safe,” he asked, feigning a smile. ”They’re good for a few hours so you don’t have to waste your water.”
Lev had been on the ends of so many barrels that at this point, it didn’t make his heart race so much anymore. She was right— any other rational, sane person had every right to shoot him for that. He honestly felt awful that she'd fallen on the neurotoxin of all things. But he had a gut feeling the woman wouldn’t harm him. Curiosity was one explanation, but more likely it was the fact he’d saved her right after attempting assault… which lead back into curiosity. There were questions burning to be asked.
”The whole point of the poisons, err, I mean the samples wasn’t to kill the monsters. We just wanted to see how it’d affect them compared to similar species… But I guess you won’t believe that lie anymore, will you?” The mask and hood both came down for a plain look at his face. Lev imagined trust was easier to gain if he wasn’t staring at her through bone and fur.
”...I’m here to find something. I dunno what it is exactly, but it’s valuable. I got the intel from a Vigilante group based in the Slums, said I’d get compensation for bringing it back from the salvage zone. I’m not really sure what their history or anything is but apparently, this same package was stolen from them a few days ago by another group. Their logic was sending in someone on their own team would be expected so it was better to do an unknown outsider instead, someone they can’t plan for. Money is nice but the prospect of establishing a supplier for this thing, if it’s useful, is what brought me here in the end. And then, uh, this happened.”
Levenin sheepishly scratched at the back of his head, his hair damp with sweat and salt. "...I'm really sorry. I thought if I could knock you out, you wouldn't follow me around. This whole operation probably won't be all that safe. If you'd gotten caught in it by tracking me, I don't know what I would've done."omg this post was way longer than I expected LOL
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Post by Adalura on Mar 4, 2016 5:08:01 GMT -5
With every passing moment, more color and life returned to Rio's face as air freely filled her lungs- obstructed only by the heat of the desert around them. The winds continued to emotionally tumble in all directions, though a gust that had caused this issue hadn't appeared in such severity again. Between deep, labored breaths and desperate chugs of her water- Rio was silent for quite some time as she listened to the male. Her judgement was on the fence considering everything that had happened in the last few minutes. She wasn't coughing up blood face down into a dune of sand- whatever was slowly making its way out of her body was a consolation at best compared to what could have happened.
"About a third of the way up past my bicep, for the record."
Rio flexed both arms. First her organic, making sure the sensation of touch was still present before testing the connection between brain and cybernetic. Both worked in a satisfactory condition, letting the Lion return her side arm towards Levenin's chest. She eyed the hydration pills he offered, but a few more drinks of her own, trustworthy water was about all the answer she was willing to give.
"I'll pass on any more liquids from you. The idea that you wanted me sedated, not dead, was never off the table to begin with."
Despite the mixture of curiosity and a mild sense of venom in her hetero chromatic eyes, Rio listened intently as the male admitted to his lie and finally became ready to confess to his real intentions. Instincts had proven her right, but this was no time to fornicate herself with pride. She paid sharp attention, both eyes and all the attention they had focused on Levenin and every word he spoke. The conditions he spoke of were definitely in line with her own- and she doubted many others would have the information to seek it out individually. He'd mentioned something first, an objective she was happy to see accomplished- and it had convinced the Lion enough that this man had been the one she was meant to meet up with. Whether or not this was actually true in reality was yet to be seen. The idea of a scavengers liaison meeting her seemed...off. That being said, it was either an information leak, or an unexpected partner.
Either way, Rio lowered the gun.
"You're a goddamn idiot.."
She sighed, more out of frustration than anything else. After holstering the gun behind her back, the marksman lowered her goggles to protect her eyes once more, taking things slowly considering just minutes earlier she'd been coughing for her life.
"I've been sent to retrieve the same thing, frankly. My 'employers' had a considerable investment in that container. I'm told I need to clarify it and make 'peace' with whoever thinks they can take it home. Save for the client, of course- which I assume is you."
Rio stood up, adjusting the strap of her rifle and wincing a bit as it scraped over several small cuts along her back. Fucking scalpels..
"I'm not sure about trusting you. Frankly I'm still trying to figure out who brings poisons and knives to a potential fight where the vision expands for miles on end. You're either an expert without much diversification- or you're an idiot."
Rio shook her head. Things still felt a bit light, but they wouldn't get any better as long as they were out here. She thanked god for a darker layer of skin that would have likely combated a severe sunburn by the end of the day- though not by much.
"As for the girl you nearly murdered, you can call me Rio."
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Post by Levenin on Mar 6, 2016 0:20:34 GMT -5
Levenin felt awful, genuinely awful. He’d nearly killed her— well, maybe not that far but she’d probably felt like she was dying. And after that mess was the almost failed injection. He was a doctor but apparently wasn’t good enough of one to notice the prosthetic, which was obvious when touched. Lev kept rambling and rambling on, not sure if her attention was still focused on him. She was probably still deciding whether or not to shoot him in the face and be done with it. So far, he’d spent more time talking to the barrel than he had to her. Hopefully, if she did fire, the woman would put his hood back on for him so the sand didn’t get into his dead, lifeless eyes. Maybe clean up his still seeping nose too for when his parents saw his body in the coroner's office.
”I’m just gonna put these away, I promise. They’re not cheap so I wanna… You know…” Lev quietly began to pack away his things with the slowest caution, starting with the rejected tablets and moving onto the bundle of medical instruments. The scalpel poked out of its safe confinement (he wondered if it’d scratched her) but at least he didn’t need to go digging in the sand for the others. This time everything would be organized the way it was supposed to be and then he could fix his bloody face.
”Fair enough, haha,” he said. Who would trust him after everything? ”The sedation wouldn’t have been as bad as the toxin but uh… You probably don’t wanna hear that…”
He couldn’t rebut the idiot comment. That was a word he was all too familiar with, courtesy of Ellie… and Soup. Pretty much anyone, really. However, everything said after piqued his interest. The Vigilante group hadn’t mentioned any competition. Lev had been too naive to think it'd be an issue.
”Y-You…? I didn’t know there was anyone… I mean, I knew I couldn’t have been the only one who wanted to get it but… Then do you know what’s in it?”
There was a small welling of hope that if her found out for certain what was inside that package, it would either give him the motivation to continue on or the knowledge that it was a waste of time. But Levenin knew even if it was the latter, he couldn’t very well return empty handed without good reason— that “good reason” being his body on a stretcher after a near death experience.
”I guess this means you plan on taking it? Because I… can’t let you…” ”I can’t let you do that.” Wise words to bring up after pissing her off already. The only thing worse to mention was what his arsenal of poisons was for and could’ve done just a few minutes prior. Nothing more lovely than discussing heart stoppers, blood coagulators, and cell lysis with a stranger.
”Umm, Miss Rio, I don’t wanna fight again. But I’m thinking we have a conflict of interest here. What are we gonna do if we both end up finding it? It’s not like we can split it or anything. I’m sure whoever you’re working for will want the whole package, right? I wouldn’t want there to be… consequences for us getting our fair share, and I know you probably don't want a 'fair share' anyway.”
Levenin made a mental note to stop accepting work from groups he knew little about.
”And you can call me… Levenin.”
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Post by Adalura on Mar 7, 2016 5:54:12 GMT -5
It was funny, thinking over her decision to holster the gun she'd fixated on Levenin for so long. Just knowing his actual intentions, even if they potentially clashed with her own on an even more violent path- lead her to a realm of safety adequate to lower her weapon in such close proximity. She watched with a moderate state of interest as the male began slowly putting his bottles away- only averting her gaze to glare silently at the scalpels sticking more vertically out of the ground. Rio was sure she had several cuts along her back- though the heat and the sand did a fair job of cauterizing her wounds, not that she'd swallow her pride long enough to mention them anyways.
She'd given Levenin another small glare when he mentioned the idea of being exposed to other vials in his inventory of nightmare fuel, but her tone and expression changed when he brought up the package in question. She paused for a moment, considering his words, he obviously wasn't a liason to her own allies if he hadn't known she was coming. A misunderstanding she could get, but not knowing at all meant she was either alone in this mission, or another mark simply wasn't coming.
"I guess I misunderstood you."
He wasn't here to assist her, that was about as clear as day now. The fact sunk in, reinforced by Levenin's own half hearted remark. She figured he remembered who'd had the smarts to bring a gun midway through and decided to soften his words. It would have been funny if they weren't on the brink of killing each other.
"To be frank...I have no idea what's in it. I assume it's something small, considering they sent someone my size to retrieve it. That being said, we don't usually deal in 'small packages' so I assume the most valuable thing in whatever crate was buried out here is information. Documents, or something of the like."
Rio stood up, adjusting her cloak, re-strapping her rifle and wiping copious amounts of sand off her body. The Lion stretched, feeling her body finally returning to her own control after the fit it had taken several minutes before. Her gaze trickled around the endless dunes caressing a sea of red and orange before returning to the skull-toting doctor.
"I'll be frank with you- I'll probably want the lions share of anything that holds value to me. That being said, what holds value to me and what holds value to you might be two completely different things."
Praying Levenin didn't call her out for making a 'Lion' remark in a sentence about herself, she took a sip out of her camel-pack before continuing.
"What I value, is what gets me paid the most by the end of the day. I don't care about weapons, cyber mods or generic supplies. I care about information, money and any tech specific to my employers."
Rio pulled out her pistol again, retreating the slide and checking for any excess sand before sliding it back into place with a satisfying click. She didn't bother aiming the pistol this time around, simply confirming its viability in case the duo couldn't reach an agreement of some sort. She holstered it again, feeling the gesture enough to prove her position between the two- though keeping it unholstered just in case. The Lion had practiced with her tail, and about the most she could do was withdraw an unrestricted item from her hips if it wasn't restrained. The gun would be an effort, but if the Doctor rushed her again and both hands were occupied- she was sure the knife across her back would be easy enough to retrieve.
"So I'll offer you this. Forty percent of any money in the drop, if there is any. I get anything on paper, usb or documenting platform- and any 'sensitive' technology. As far as I'm concerned, everything else was gone before I got there. To be frank, I'd rather not shoot anybody I don't have to. I'd love to hear you cut both our losses and agree so I can move on and get home by the end of the day."
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Post by Levenin on Mar 8, 2016 3:38:58 GMT -5
His heart sank. Of course the group wouldn’t have want him to know the specifics just in case he defected, but there was always the small chance this woman did. It was strange, though. Did none of them think Lev wouldn’t sneak a peek at the prize once it was won? There was no way they trusted him enough to not do that and frankly, he'd be a horrible Vigilante to miss such an opportunity. To be left in the dark was fishy, now that he thought about it. Maybe running into her was a blessing in disguise, for a potential partner meant safety in numbers.
”It’s kinda funny,” said Levenin as his bag was finally zipped up ready to go. ”Our respective people sent us to retrieve something without telling us what it is… But they have to know we’ll probably end up looking at it when we get it, accidentally or not. Why withhold that information at all? I guess for me, I'm a one-time contract so it makes more sense but... what about you? ...Maybe it's stupid to worry about it. I don't plan on not going through with it, don't get me wrong. It's just weird.”
The prospect of documents, written or digital, did something to lift his spirits, regardless of how suspicious he felt. Proper documentation was far more valuable than any tangible item and it’d work out more in both of their favors. Copying and sharing was simple, even if Levenin had to memorize everything before leaving her to take it. This could mean names, places, sources, everything at his fingertips.
Lev slung his bag over his shoulder before adjusting the hood back comfortably over his head. His hands clasped with each other nervously as he thought of the words he’d say next. ”I’m in the business for supplies but… I don’t see why we can’t team up for information. There’s gotta be a way to share everything between just the two of us. If I have to write everything down or just read it over until I remember it, then I can do that. If I have to, I'll lie about what happened. Not like they'll know I shared it if I don't say anything, right?”
But could he? Levenin didn’t know if he supposed to find out what this package was in the first place but if it ended up being sensitive material, there was a good chance the Vigilante group wouldn’t like him knowing it in depth. This job could've been just that: bringing back the goods, only to be killed to avoid a leak once everything was secured. Then again, telling Rio the deal was off would lead right back to being a giant target for her rifle or worse— an enemy he had to compete with the whole way. Watching her adjust said rifle only confirmed Lev really wanted to avoid either option. Time was enough of an adversary as it was. He’d have to think on his toes when the moment came to split the haul. He had a nagging feeling he would have to make up a pretty believable lie for coming back with a lighter load than expected.
”…You can take most of the money if you want. I only need enough to take the station back to the Slums later. Everything else is fair, as long as I can get a look at it too. Well, unless it’ll get me shot or something… But uh… Cover me and I’ll cover you? I promise no more open needles around you. That’s for… other trouble. You know, for those animals I was talking about.”
To be honest, the money sounded pretty good right about now as a hunger pang rang out in the pits of his stomach. It was too risky to carry it back into the salvage train zones and making excuses for why he had it only made more work in the long run.
Levenin dug into the inside pocket of his hood. ”I dunno what all info you have already, but I have this map of the location… A really bad map but a map.”
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