Post by Reina DeLioncourte on Sept 8, 2017 21:34:24 GMT
thievin' hearts
finders keepers losers weepers
Rein leaned her head back on the comfortable chair she was sitting on and groaned.
It wasn’t a bad moan, if such a thing was actually a thing. But the overly stuffed and absolutely comfortable chair she was sitting on also massaged your back, ass and neck if you leaned it back and it was heaven. She was currently in the home area of some wealthy guy who did some such thing, and this guy wanted Reina to help him with a deal that she could retire on inside a week. The slime she felt from merely his voice when he spoke on the phone made Reina want to take a shower right then and there, but now she was meeting him in person. And to be fair, this chair was ungodly comfortable and she was pretty sure that whatever he wanted to pay was fine, but her payment? This chair. This was it; the place she’d die. It wasn’t often one knew exactly how one would die, but Reina considered herself lucky. Hopefully she’d die in this chair with a tight body on top of her. That’d be fun.
“Ms. DeLioncourte,” a smooth voice came from beside her, and the thief reluctantly opened up an eye to see who was talking to her. She knew, just from the way she already felt sullied by his voice, but the outstretched hand was there and Reina swung her arm to take it, gripping it firmly before she used every ounce of her will to get up from the chair and stand up in front of him. “Aiden Katch, pleasure to meet you. Please, let’s step into my office?”
The woman nodded, hooded eyes watching as Aiden walked in front of her and towards his office. It was a simple thing to notice, but people that have lived like Reina would never have done it; too many opportunities to get taken down from behind, to many blind spots. No, she kept people like Aiden here in her line of view and trusted close to nobody enough to turn her back on them. Aiden clearly hadn’t been raised in an environment where that was needed, hence his automatic reasoning that Reina wouldn’t do anything to harm him despite his vulnerable position.
“Please,” Aiden gestured towards a chair in front of his massive oak desk and Reina took it. “And, really, I can not tell you how excited I am to meet you. Sasha spoke highly of you, and I trust that woman with everything. I mean, all the bodies? She literally know where they’d buried. Crazy, right?”
The dark skinned woman swallowed hard at the name of the first woman to ever shatter her heart and forcibly, moment by moment, kept her face from scowling, kept her mouth closed so she could spew all the vile things she’d ever thought, and then tell this rich prepubescent sack of shit to tell her to fuck off, right along with his own entitled ass. It was a war that raged within her almost immediately when someone mentioned the woman’s name, but it was a war she won now. Sometimes…she didn’t win.
“Ya, crazy,” Reina gave a fake cocky grin, her lips pursed, the left side of her face lifting as she smiled while the rest stayed neutral. “So…yeh had’a job’fer me? Or didja jes wanna reminisce ‘bout’mah ol’ fights back in Suraja?”
“Both!! Ha, kidding, kidding!!” Aiden laughed at his own joke and, for her part, Reina let loose a chuckle, just to make her host feel more comfortable, like she was someone who he could get along with. “Seriously though, the job isn’t hard, right? But I need a professional, and as soon as Church mentioned your name I knew. Do you know anything about the kidnapping business?”
He asked it casually, like he’d just popped a question about dinner and needed her input on chicken or steak. She most definitely knew nothing about the kidnapping business, and she rather liked it that way. A sudden thought niggled at her brain and Reina turned her head, her mismatched eyes getting a tad darker as her eyebrows knitted together.
“No kids.”
“God no!!” Aiden gave an exaggerated gesture, but it was the expected denial. No on liked dealing in kids, except those that did. And Aiden looked like his north star had gone supernova a long time ago. “No, nothing like that. Cyborgs, androids, that’s my business. You’ve seen these things around, right? All over the place. And I get to thinking…sex. BOOM, right?! Like, everyone wants it but not everyone can find it. But what if…what if I had a…a fucking legion of cyborgs, still with me? A legion, and they can be anything you want. White, black, magi, whatever the fuck floats your boat. Who could say no? Could you say no?”
“Absolutely not,” Reina lied through her teeth, her fake cocky grin still in place. “Sounds like good times.”
“Yes!! See, you get it, you understand. But my backers…naw, it’s too much for them. They don’t wanna start something that already happens. I mean, all you need to do is go and look. Those toasters make money man, and look!! They can’t even catch a disease, can’t get pregnant, nothing. Like, how could they? They’re fucking robots, am I right? Like, why the fuck would you every worry about a robot’s feelings? They’re TOASTERS, they don’t have feelings!! And yeah, yeah, you got all them liberal types that argue for these fucking things and it’s like, god fuck man, just let it go!!”
Aiden was young, obviously. Early twenties if Reina had to guess, and the way he spoke reeked of someone who’d been privileged enough in their life to never have to worry how you address someone, or how much of a fucking gibbon he sounded like whenever he spoke as he did. He had a long way to go, if he could last in this business, and someone, somewhere down the line would put him in his place. Reina was not that person, nor did she desire to be.”
“So…mah’job is…?” Reina asked, her voice trailing off in the end.
“RIGHT!! Yeah, sorry man. So, my backers don’t wanna pay for this shit. Costs top dollar you know, right? Gotta make sure everything is up and running, working right, make sure they don’t get all sticky inside, ya feel me?” Reina lifted her eyebrows and slowly nodded her head as Aiden laughed at his own joke. Idiot. “I got guys to maintain them once they’re here but…well, even one of these things costs too much money. We’d lose out on dollar bills for years on just a dozen. So, I decided to change the game; kidnap cyborgs and androids, wipe them, make them work for me. BOOM!!” Aiden stood up from his chair and hit the desk with his bare knuckles. “All I gotta pay is the kidnappers, and that’s fucking pennies compared to actually building them. Genius, right? Fucking genius!!”
Reina nodded, though the smile wasn’t on her face anymore. This whole thing sounded way bigger than something she’d attach her name to and it just stank. It made sense, actually, everything about the plan was pretty solid. Aiden was a planner, and with his mention of ‘already having guys’ that could maintain the androids and cyborgs means he already had a facility where all this happened, plus a building of some sort nearby that would actually house all these…these sex slaves. No, this wouldn’t do.
“Well…” Reina stood up and clapped her hands together. “Looks like’yeh got’it all planned out Mr. Katch. Whatcha be needin’meh ta do?”
Aiden smiled. “Oh…you’ll love this.”
A snatch and grab.
From what he’d described and all the bullshit that little boy had spouted this all amounted to a snatch and grab. It was what first timers usually did, going for the blunt instrument instead of the razor sharp scalpel, but Reina didn’t object to the plan. It was just stupid enough to work, and stupid enough to fail. He’d assigned her two other men in case things got super hairy, but he’d laughed it off as a ‘precaution’. Androids and cyborgs were strong, right? Conventional EMPs usually didn’t work on them, though it really depended on how that particular model was built. They forwent all of that, opting for a hard sure of electricity that would knock out the power source to whatever passed for their brain.
Reina rubbed her temples as she listened to the two others argue about some sport or another and she was about ten seconds from kicking the shit out of them on general principle. She narrowed her eyes mid rub and held out a hand, making a shushing noise to let them know to actually shut the fuck up. Their target was near, and it wasn’t hard to spot her. She was beautiful, otherworldly so, and Reina knew that this shitty ass scheme of Aiden’s wasn’t going to fruition, not if she had anything to say about it. The two men she’d been stuck with wasn’t going to be a problem. The only real concern she had was if this Snow White looking cyborg was going to believe Reina when she said her life was in danger or not.
It’d already been hours since they’d arrived at the ambush point, and Reina was quite tired of listening to the chatter those two goons were vomiting. Coupled with feeling dirty just being in the same room as him and shaking his hand, Reina felt like a bit of her own spirit was tainted at having agreed. But if it wasn’t her Reina knew the next person Aiden tasked with capturing this android was probably going to be a morally bankrupt asslown. And so it was that Reina, forming a small portion of a plan in her mindscape, turned to her ‘associates’ and nodded.
“Game time,” she whispered, then took a flask from the inside of her leather jacket and took a swig. “Wait here.”
Reina stumbled out from the alley they’d been hiding in, the late night hiding most of the details of her countenance as she took a swig of the alcohol. She held up the bottle as she saw the cute cyborg, giving an exaggerated ‘ayyy!’ as she did so.
“Sup dere pretteh’ladeh,” Reina licked her lips slowly. “Yeh lookin’ good, if’n ah do say so mahself,” Reina stood up straight, trying to appear as a drunk person trying to sound sober. It was harder than it looked but Reina had been in such states too much not to know how to act. “Dun suppose ah’could convince’yeh ta…come’ta mah place?”
It wasn’t a bad moan, if such a thing was actually a thing. But the overly stuffed and absolutely comfortable chair she was sitting on also massaged your back, ass and neck if you leaned it back and it was heaven. She was currently in the home area of some wealthy guy who did some such thing, and this guy wanted Reina to help him with a deal that she could retire on inside a week. The slime she felt from merely his voice when he spoke on the phone made Reina want to take a shower right then and there, but now she was meeting him in person. And to be fair, this chair was ungodly comfortable and she was pretty sure that whatever he wanted to pay was fine, but her payment? This chair. This was it; the place she’d die. It wasn’t often one knew exactly how one would die, but Reina considered herself lucky. Hopefully she’d die in this chair with a tight body on top of her. That’d be fun.
“Ms. DeLioncourte,” a smooth voice came from beside her, and the thief reluctantly opened up an eye to see who was talking to her. She knew, just from the way she already felt sullied by his voice, but the outstretched hand was there and Reina swung her arm to take it, gripping it firmly before she used every ounce of her will to get up from the chair and stand up in front of him. “Aiden Katch, pleasure to meet you. Please, let’s step into my office?”
The woman nodded, hooded eyes watching as Aiden walked in front of her and towards his office. It was a simple thing to notice, but people that have lived like Reina would never have done it; too many opportunities to get taken down from behind, to many blind spots. No, she kept people like Aiden here in her line of view and trusted close to nobody enough to turn her back on them. Aiden clearly hadn’t been raised in an environment where that was needed, hence his automatic reasoning that Reina wouldn’t do anything to harm him despite his vulnerable position.
“Please,” Aiden gestured towards a chair in front of his massive oak desk and Reina took it. “And, really, I can not tell you how excited I am to meet you. Sasha spoke highly of you, and I trust that woman with everything. I mean, all the bodies? She literally know where they’d buried. Crazy, right?”
The dark skinned woman swallowed hard at the name of the first woman to ever shatter her heart and forcibly, moment by moment, kept her face from scowling, kept her mouth closed so she could spew all the vile things she’d ever thought, and then tell this rich prepubescent sack of shit to tell her to fuck off, right along with his own entitled ass. It was a war that raged within her almost immediately when someone mentioned the woman’s name, but it was a war she won now. Sometimes…she didn’t win.
“Ya, crazy,” Reina gave a fake cocky grin, her lips pursed, the left side of her face lifting as she smiled while the rest stayed neutral. “So…yeh had’a job’fer me? Or didja jes wanna reminisce ‘bout’mah ol’ fights back in Suraja?”
“Both!! Ha, kidding, kidding!!” Aiden laughed at his own joke and, for her part, Reina let loose a chuckle, just to make her host feel more comfortable, like she was someone who he could get along with. “Seriously though, the job isn’t hard, right? But I need a professional, and as soon as Church mentioned your name I knew. Do you know anything about the kidnapping business?”
He asked it casually, like he’d just popped a question about dinner and needed her input on chicken or steak. She most definitely knew nothing about the kidnapping business, and she rather liked it that way. A sudden thought niggled at her brain and Reina turned her head, her mismatched eyes getting a tad darker as her eyebrows knitted together.
“No kids.”
“God no!!” Aiden gave an exaggerated gesture, but it was the expected denial. No on liked dealing in kids, except those that did. And Aiden looked like his north star had gone supernova a long time ago. “No, nothing like that. Cyborgs, androids, that’s my business. You’ve seen these things around, right? All over the place. And I get to thinking…sex. BOOM, right?! Like, everyone wants it but not everyone can find it. But what if…what if I had a…a fucking legion of cyborgs, still with me? A legion, and they can be anything you want. White, black, magi, whatever the fuck floats your boat. Who could say no? Could you say no?”
“Absolutely not,” Reina lied through her teeth, her fake cocky grin still in place. “Sounds like good times.”
“Yes!! See, you get it, you understand. But my backers…naw, it’s too much for them. They don’t wanna start something that already happens. I mean, all you need to do is go and look. Those toasters make money man, and look!! They can’t even catch a disease, can’t get pregnant, nothing. Like, how could they? They’re fucking robots, am I right? Like, why the fuck would you every worry about a robot’s feelings? They’re TOASTERS, they don’t have feelings!! And yeah, yeah, you got all them liberal types that argue for these fucking things and it’s like, god fuck man, just let it go!!”
Aiden was young, obviously. Early twenties if Reina had to guess, and the way he spoke reeked of someone who’d been privileged enough in their life to never have to worry how you address someone, or how much of a fucking gibbon he sounded like whenever he spoke as he did. He had a long way to go, if he could last in this business, and someone, somewhere down the line would put him in his place. Reina was not that person, nor did she desire to be.”
“So…mah’job is…?” Reina asked, her voice trailing off in the end.
“RIGHT!! Yeah, sorry man. So, my backers don’t wanna pay for this shit. Costs top dollar you know, right? Gotta make sure everything is up and running, working right, make sure they don’t get all sticky inside, ya feel me?” Reina lifted her eyebrows and slowly nodded her head as Aiden laughed at his own joke. Idiot. “I got guys to maintain them once they’re here but…well, even one of these things costs too much money. We’d lose out on dollar bills for years on just a dozen. So, I decided to change the game; kidnap cyborgs and androids, wipe them, make them work for me. BOOM!!” Aiden stood up from his chair and hit the desk with his bare knuckles. “All I gotta pay is the kidnappers, and that’s fucking pennies compared to actually building them. Genius, right? Fucking genius!!”
Reina nodded, though the smile wasn’t on her face anymore. This whole thing sounded way bigger than something she’d attach her name to and it just stank. It made sense, actually, everything about the plan was pretty solid. Aiden was a planner, and with his mention of ‘already having guys’ that could maintain the androids and cyborgs means he already had a facility where all this happened, plus a building of some sort nearby that would actually house all these…these sex slaves. No, this wouldn’t do.
“Well…” Reina stood up and clapped her hands together. “Looks like’yeh got’it all planned out Mr. Katch. Whatcha be needin’meh ta do?”
Aiden smiled. “Oh…you’ll love this.”
A snatch and grab.
From what he’d described and all the bullshit that little boy had spouted this all amounted to a snatch and grab. It was what first timers usually did, going for the blunt instrument instead of the razor sharp scalpel, but Reina didn’t object to the plan. It was just stupid enough to work, and stupid enough to fail. He’d assigned her two other men in case things got super hairy, but he’d laughed it off as a ‘precaution’. Androids and cyborgs were strong, right? Conventional EMPs usually didn’t work on them, though it really depended on how that particular model was built. They forwent all of that, opting for a hard sure of electricity that would knock out the power source to whatever passed for their brain.
Reina rubbed her temples as she listened to the two others argue about some sport or another and she was about ten seconds from kicking the shit out of them on general principle. She narrowed her eyes mid rub and held out a hand, making a shushing noise to let them know to actually shut the fuck up. Their target was near, and it wasn’t hard to spot her. She was beautiful, otherworldly so, and Reina knew that this shitty ass scheme of Aiden’s wasn’t going to fruition, not if she had anything to say about it. The two men she’d been stuck with wasn’t going to be a problem. The only real concern she had was if this Snow White looking cyborg was going to believe Reina when she said her life was in danger or not.
It’d already been hours since they’d arrived at the ambush point, and Reina was quite tired of listening to the chatter those two goons were vomiting. Coupled with feeling dirty just being in the same room as him and shaking his hand, Reina felt like a bit of her own spirit was tainted at having agreed. But if it wasn’t her Reina knew the next person Aiden tasked with capturing this android was probably going to be a morally bankrupt asslown. And so it was that Reina, forming a small portion of a plan in her mindscape, turned to her ‘associates’ and nodded.
“Game time,” she whispered, then took a flask from the inside of her leather jacket and took a swig. “Wait here.”
Reina stumbled out from the alley they’d been hiding in, the late night hiding most of the details of her countenance as she took a swig of the alcohol. She held up the bottle as she saw the cute cyborg, giving an exaggerated ‘ayyy!’ as she did so.
“Sup dere pretteh’ladeh,” Reina licked her lips slowly. “Yeh lookin’ good, if’n ah do say so mahself,” Reina stood up straight, trying to appear as a drunk person trying to sound sober. It was harder than it looked but Reina had been in such states too much not to know how to act. “Dun suppose ah’could convince’yeh ta…come’ta mah place?”
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