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“I have a gig for you, V”
“Lay it on me, Wakako” V shifted on the stool in her weaponry, the sniper from Panam in bits in front of her on the table.
“I need you to infiltrate a Tyger Claw den and send me the information you find on the computer of a Mr. Yuki Konako”
“Sounds easy enough, klep some info, send it on your way, nothing I haven’t done before for you”
“I had thought you might say that,” The elder woman smiled faintly. “There is a party being held at the location tonight, I have secured you an invitation”
V saw the invite pop up on her Kiroshi. “So, I guess I’m getting dressed up for this gig”
V thumbed through the items in her wardrobe; leather jackets, vests, jeans, sneakers, boots, a random assortment of crop tops and tank tops, before finally coming across one of three dresses she had. Pulling them out she held them up one by one to her frame in front of the mirror, switching back and forth trying to figure out which one would be best in a firefight or give her maximum mobility if she got into trouble.
She heard the rustle of Johnny’s jeans and caught a glimpse of him in the mirror leaning against her desk, dark gaze sweeping down the back of her body as he lounged silently with his arms crossed. She expected some sort of play by play review or some sarcastic comment from the Rockerboy but only received static as she finally chose her outfit and dropped her towel to pull it on.
“What? Got nothing to say about my outfit, Silverhand?”
“Just admiring it from the back, never realised just how much of an ass you had on you before”
She grinned softly glancing over her shoulder at him. “So you’re an ass man, are you?”
“Nah, I like a set of big bouncing titties in my face”
She laughed shaking her head as he mimicked a set of breasts in his face. “Good to know” She went to grab her shoes, simple heels that she hoped would be easy enough to kick off if she needed to run.
“You scrub up well V,” It sounded like a genuine compliment from the Rockerboy. “Your racks not too bad either”
She rolled her eyes shaking her head again as she slipped her heels on and gave one last look in the mirror before heading to the door. “Don’t wait up, Johnny”
He rolled his eyes from against the wall before glitching out of view.
“They’re all staring at you, V, thought you were supposed to blend in, not draw attention?” Johnny glitched into view at her left side, one elbow on the bar as he leaned back surveying the room beside her.
“Shut up, Johnny, no ones staring”
“Then you haven’t seen that couple over in the booth checking you out, whispering to each other about asking you back to their place for a little bit of midnight fun”
Her cheeks flushed slightly, lip caught between her teeth as her gaze swept towards said couple and then away. “Not my type, I like my men a little less Corpo and a little more filthy… same goes for my women too”
“Don’t know, they could be one of those freaky Corpo couples, like to get down and dirty with whips and chains”
She rolled her eyes taking a sip from her whiskey, the ice clinking the sides of the glass. “What about Mr. Manly Man with the triple XL biceps? He seems to be staring like he’s undressing me”
Johnny laughed. “Yeah, he’s probably fantasying about bending you over the bar top when you’ve had one to many to care whose watching”
“You seem to think this party will turn into one big orgy, something you know that I don’t?”
“Yeah, lots of people in this city are secretly freaky cunts, especially when you dangle as something as tasty as you in front of them”
“Tasty as me?”
“Long legs, short dress, and a nice tight ass being shown off”
She almost choked on her drink and he grinned. “Can we talk about something other than my nice tight ass?” She felt the heat creep up from under her collar.
“Sure, can talk about your sweet rack instead,” He motioned to the top half of her dress. “But that collar doesn’t show those puppies off, not like that Samurai tank you found”
She rolled her eyes downing the last of her drink, the bar tender moving to offer her a top up only for her to place a hand over the top of her glass and shake her head; she was on a gig, no time to get wasted.
“Need to get past the guard near the curtain, it leads up to the offices above, any suggestions?”
“Flash your ass and disappear into the crowd for him to follow”
“That tactic might have worked when Jackie was about but I don’t have a partner to slip up there while I keep him entertained”
Johnny looked over at her, mild surprise in his eyes. “You’ve used that ploy before?”
“Of course I have, what burly man doesn’t like a damsel in distress that can’t figure out how to get her engine to turn over?” An impish grin tugged at her lips. “‘specially when that damsel’s the one that unhooked a sparky” He shook his head with a laugh as she began to move through the crowd closer to the curtain, she stopped near the largest group of people she could and scanned the area for anything to use as a distraction. “Bingo” She grinned spotting a speaker to the left of the bar, a quick hack and a screech of noise drew the attention of everyone in the vicinity, the guard moving to investigate and giving her a window to slip through the beaded curtain and book it up the stairs.
“Smooth, V”
“It has been known to happen”
Creeping up the stairs she scanned the room and hacked each camera disabling them before giving the room one last sweep and standing. She made her way through the small multi-desk office, laptops, chairs, and a few vending machines scattered about but her destination was the office at the back of everything, the semi-transparent door gave her a descent view that no one was in there but unfortunately refused to budge.
“Now what?”
She rolled her eyes at Johnny’s query and forced the door to move, fingers slipping between the crack made before she put all her might into the door and wrenched it open, the gorilla arms Vik had installed for her doing wonders at breaking the lock as she forced the door back.
“Damn…” She heard Johnny’s breathless whisper as she stepped into the doorway and looked up, the camera sweeping the room hadn’t registered her yet, a quick flick of of the power switch underneath it and it deactivated.
V pulled her jack from its port on her wrist and plugged it into the computer, eyes steady on the office door as the transfer of data to Wakako began.
Data Transfer: 20%
She flinched hearing voices outside the office and willed the transfer to hurry up as they lingered, louder than before but not quite at the office door. Her heart jumped into her throat as she saw a man pass by the door talking to another, both stopping just on the other side of the door.
“Where’d Juno leave those pills?”
“Don’t know, I think Yuki had a few stashed away in his office though”
She swore dropping low and activated her scanner searching for anything she could see outside the door to cause a distraction.
Data Transfer: 50%
Fire extinguisher. No, too close.
Disabled Camera. No, reactivating it meant she was still fucked getting out.
Laptop. No, facing the wrong way.
Vending Machine. Bingo.
She grinned sweeping it with her scanner again and activating a quick hack that had it short circuit and began to toss out its contents one after the other.
Data Transfer: 70%
V drummed her fingers against the table top, the transfer was almost complete, just a little more and it was done. She heard the two Tyger Claws grumble about the machine before commenting that they’d have to have someone look at it.
“Lets find those pills and get back before Bunta notices we’re gone”
She bit her lip, the progress bar on her optics creeping along.
Data Transfer: 100%
V pulled her jack as soon as the transfer cleared and dived for the cover of a nearby couch, its curve giving her enough of a space to crawl towards the exit as the office door slid open, two Tyger Claws entering the office engrossed in their conversation.
She watched and waited before targeting the computer to give another distraction as she slipped out the door and crouched low running through the multi-desk office and back towards the stairs. Her heels slapping against the metal as she rushed down and slipped through the curtain and back into the party, thankful that the guard was distracted by a nearby patron throwing up in one of the booths.
“Sneaky bitch” Dear god, if he’d been real she would have rammed her elbow back into Johnny’s face possibly breaking his nose as he whispered into her ear from behind, instead she flinched, a few party goers giving her strange looks as she bypassed them.
“Fuck me, Johnny, don’t fucking do that” She glared at the shit eating grin on his face as she weaved her way towards the exit, heart hammering a million miles a minute against her ribcage as she tried to act natural.
Getting to the street she called for her Hella EC-D and slipped in as soon as the car slowed to a halt, she grinned in the mirror before raising Wakako on the holo.
“V, I have received the data, another job well done”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way”
“Eddies are coming your way and I will be sending another gig your way soon”
“Always a pleasure, Wakako, keep me posted”
The call ended and V tossed the phone back onto her dash. “V,” She glanced over at Johnny in the passengers seat and cocked an eyebrow when he remained facing forward, a faint redness dusting his cheeks. “Keep the dress” Her lips twisted trying to suppress the happy smile that threatened to break out and lowered her head slightly nodding.