Mistress Silver
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Just because I feel like it I pull my left gun from it's holster and shoot him with another dart. By now I know that his cursed nano machines have somehow managed to neutralize the paralytic serum to the extent that he's become immune to it.
I gesture at the dart in his leg and alert him to the fact that I know he's been unaffected from the second dose.
Now onto important business, he'd told me what I already know. If he doesn't want to cooperate like he gave me his oath to? That was fine by me. I never expected his code of honor to be solid and true. Now days, solid and true wasn't plausible.
I fetch a small pair of oddly tinted glasses and a wrist bracelet. I quickly wear the two items. I elevate my hands in the air and pose them above an imaginary keyboard. My right ring finger flicks across the invisible power switch and instantly information races across the lenses of my glasses.
My fingers race across the keyboard and information is quickly installed into the a network of data that exists within the very air. The Syndicate has done nothing of interest today: a few very small transactions that I take note of anyway.
I send a note to a very secret person. I mean very, very secret person. Nobody, but myself, knows that this man exists. He is my only contact, he arms me with everything I'll ever need. The note demands a very powerful weapon that can be stopped by one, and I made sure to bold the part of the message, and only one means. I instantly get a reply.
An hour and thirty minutes is all it will take to complete my request. I know by the short about of time that he's already been working on it.
I flick my finger over the power switch and the unit shuts down.
The bracelet and pair of glasses are set neatly on a small bedside table.
My face slowly rotates to analyze my intolerable captive.
I gesture at the dart in his leg and alert him to the fact that I know he's been unaffected from the second dose.
Now onto important business, he'd told me what I already know. If he doesn't want to cooperate like he gave me his oath to? That was fine by me. I never expected his code of honor to be solid and true. Now days, solid and true wasn't plausible.
I fetch a small pair of oddly tinted glasses and a wrist bracelet. I quickly wear the two items. I elevate my hands in the air and pose them above an imaginary keyboard. My right ring finger flicks across the invisible power switch and instantly information races across the lenses of my glasses.
My fingers race across the keyboard and information is quickly installed into the a network of data that exists within the very air. The Syndicate has done nothing of interest today: a few very small transactions that I take note of anyway.
I send a note to a very secret person. I mean very, very secret person. Nobody, but myself, knows that this man exists. He is my only contact, he arms me with everything I'll ever need. The note demands a very powerful weapon that can be stopped by one, and I made sure to bold the part of the message, and only one means. I instantly get a reply.
An hour and thirty minutes is all it will take to complete my request. I know by the short about of time that he's already been working on it.
I flick my finger over the power switch and the unit shuts down.
The bracelet and pair of glasses are set neatly on a small bedside table.
My face slowly rotates to analyze my intolerable captive.