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She had a point. Cerastes nodded, his frill tensing somewhat at the thought. Overconfidence had gotten him in a wealth of trouble in the past; it wouldn't do to revive such sentimentality.
"Of course," he answered. "My observation was merely that he's anticipating a different course of action for me; this does not absolve him of his status as a potential threat, but it does add an edge to our arrangement. I suspect even if I were to follow his orders to the letter, he would still place a contract on my head when the information was provided." White fingertips rapped on the table. It was a rare display of emotion on his part - quiet, still, but enough to signal that he was thinking deeply about this. One wrong step and... well, the universe would be short another broker. His contemplative silence reigned until Shirin pulled him back to reality with the mention of their target's name. "Pardon," he said. "Yes, Suri'Neyvi. If all goes well, I should have her location within the month. Rom Anbel's can be provided much more rapidly; he spent ten minutes and fifty-nine seconds conversing with me over a holovid, which should be more than enough material for me to work with." Just in case, he added, "The consensus we've reached for compensation is satisfactory on this end." Information Relocation Service Professional | Revenant Co. Serious Inquiries Only Cerastes, PhD. c: [0-156] | o: [REV-CO 7435] |
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"...I see."
There was a long silence as Shirin raised the glass again and drank, slowly, from the wine inside. She had miscalculated. Cerastes didn't know where the quarian was any better than she did; he'd presumably seen the incident with Anbel, just as she and Kirok had, and that was it. And now...within the month, that was enough time to make sure the ship was working properly, maybe pull off one job. It was also more than enough time for the target (who had presumably been spooked, since the volus had made it exorbitantly clear that he had no idea how to quietly track somebody), to quietly disappear into the ether. Patience and trust were both necessary virtues in her line of work, but that didn't always make them easy to muster up. "Yes, I see," she repeated, taking another sip. "You'll advise me of anything you find, then." |
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Ah.
She had been under the impression that he'd already managed to secure Suri'Neyvi's location. This was awkward. Cerastes flipped rapidly through one scenario after the next, pondering which action would be best. Whether or not the woman respected him was of little consequence, but her trust in the situation - in his ability to get her what she wanted, when she wanted - was a different story. It was time to dance. "The contact information I forwarded you will be valid for five more days. Beyond that, I will supply you with a renewed method." He downed the remainder of his glass and set it back down on the table, abstaining from refilling it at that time. "I understand you had a misconception regarding the availability of the Suri'Neyvi's location. I am also positive you've tried searching for her for most of your adult life, or however long you've known of her existence - perhaps with varying success." He leaned forward conspiratorially, hands clasped in clear view atop the table. Red eyes locked on hers. "Trust me, and you'll have her. I know what it is to harbor vengeance." Having said his piece, the drell leaned back slightly, taking on a less aggressive stance. His bad knee had started to ache under the table; throngs of pain flashed with his pulse. Information Relocation Service Professional | Revenant Co. Serious Inquiries Only Cerastes, PhD. c: [0-156] | o: [REV-CO 7435] |
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"Done."
Well, there they were. With a salutary tip of her wine glass, Shirin pushed back in the chair. "For the time being, I leave it in your hands." Most of the things that tended to go along with that went unsaid: 'don't try to fuck me on this, Cerastes' or 'you stand to do nothing but gain if you follow the plan, Cerastes' or all the usual spiel. The other drell was older, probably wiser, and an experienced professional. He knew all of these things already. No reason to throw her weight around, proverbially speaking. "Well then. I'll be in touch," she said, rising. "Keep the rest of the wine, if you want - consider it a gift, or an incentive, or whatever you prefer." |
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And that was that - for now, at least. Cerastes attempted to decline the 'gift,' but Shirin appeared disinterested in good manners. The pale drell corked the bottle and carried it by the neck, following behind his company as the two made their way towards the exit.
The hunt had begun. Fin Information Relocation Service Professional | Revenant Co. Serious Inquiries Only Cerastes, PhD. c: [0-156] | o: [REV-CO 7435] |