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Post by smug65 on Nov 2, 2010 4:19:08 GMT 2
Steve was bored, more then that, he could not get a decent sleep of late. His mind was wondering on the past, ,things that was in his blood. He yearned to continue his thieving, his undercover work, and uncovering stuff that might just be of value to someone. Throwing on a shirt and some tight pants he flew his helicopter, yet to be reported stolen to a remote island somewhere in Scotland.
Landing it a good distance away from the reserach lab he hopped out and left his shirt unbuttoned as he crouched low and out of view. There was a town where he needed equipment so he hiked down the hill and made it to a pub. Going to the counter he ordered some whiskey and sat down trying to not be too obvious that he was up to something. His black shirt was open revealing his tight muscular body and his pants left little room to breathe. Regardless he held his mug and drank its contents passing time.
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Post by courier on Nov 2, 2010 6:02:02 GMT 2
Jacqueline Gavin had been given what should’ve been a very simple job. She’d been hired to speak with a man by the name of Steve Daniels and offer him a job. Nothing really out of the ordinary for the Courier.
However, as it’d turned out, Steven Daniels had been a very hard man to find. But, Courier’s employers had managed to locate Steve on a stolen helicopter headed for Muir Island. They’d managed to get Courier on a private jet on the island, hoping that she’d be able to intercept him.
Dressed in a white tanktop and a pair of tight jeans, Jacqueline entered the bar that Steve had ducked into. Spotting the man sitting at the bar, Jacqueline walked over to the stool beside Steve and took a seat.
“Excuse me, Mr. Daniels, may I please have a word with you?” Jackie asked, turning to face Steve with a business-like demeanour.
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Post by smug65 on Nov 2, 2010 6:21:41 GMT 2
Steve held his mug in half lift as his nose detected a scent unfamiliar to him. It didn't take long for him to recognize the stranger as she walked into the scottish tavern. She was a drink for sore mouths yearnign for a good taste, dressed in a white tank top and tight jeans fitting her form. It wasn't the first time though he had seen a woman who had taken his breath away. Still, he made no judgements, nor moves...just kept his attention his whiskey as it let it linger down his throat upon entry. Watching her closely though he noticed she took a seat beside him, a very businesslike look stretched across her face.
I know that look, he noted, it is the look that says business through and through. Setting his mug down he turned around so he could be addressed without coming off as uptight or he had better things to do then listen to a pretty woman. Sure enough as she spoke her accent was soft laced with a question most guys would melt over. Wearing a smug smile he nodded his head slowly. His blue eyes took in her face and made sure to memorize it.
"Sure you can," he said hardly drunk and at full attention. "Did you want to ask in a more secluded sport or will this do?" He asked never once letting his eyes leave her as pretty lasses came in all dressed for some celebreation.
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Post by courier on Nov 3, 2010 3:52:54 GMT 2
Almost as soon as Jacqueline had entered the bar, she couldn’t help but notice that Steve’s eyes had been fixated on her. Jacqueline simply ignored Steve’s obvious attraction to her. She was more than used to having to deal with men making passes at her. After all, she’d once been friends with Gambit.
Although, Jacqueline had to agree that Steve was right about one thing. It would probably be best if they conducted their business in private. TheCourier’s employers probably didn’t want their business to be announced to a bunch of Scottish drunkards.
“Yes, it’d probably be best if we spoke in private.” Jackie replied, “Let’s head outside. There shouldn't be too many people out there.”
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Post by smug65 on Nov 3, 2010 16:42:09 GMT 2
Steve listened to her and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. It didn't really matter where they conducted business, eyes would still be drawn to the two. Paying for his drink he downed what was left and nodded his thanks to the man. Anyone who did their job behind the counter of a tavern deserved a tip. However, even a master mind like him in his craft needed the money to fuel the coptor or simply use it at his own expense.
Rising from the stool in finality he began to head to the door, knowing that she would follow close behind. It was still early in the morning and the thick of the crowd was hardly even up or noticing the two extremeley attractive peoeple. Steve breathed in the brisk morning air and stretched his arms over his head showing off his muscles to passing women.
"So, this is about as private as you can get. Speak now or forever hold your peace." Steve grinned as he looked over his shoulder at her.
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Post by courier on Nov 4, 2010 7:37:49 GMT 2
Courier followed after Steve outside of the bar. Although she found herself quietly rolling her eyes as Steve flexed his muscles to all the passing women, she decided to cut straight to the point of her proposal. There was no need to prolong this.
“Alright, Mr. Daniels, I’ve been asked by some very powerful people to offer you a very high-paying job. You work for a factory that produces Sentinels, correct? As it happens, my employers are in the market for giant robotic killing machines. They want you use your job on the inside to steal the schematics for these Sentinels.” Jackie explained in a hushed tone, too quiet for anybody but herself and Steve to hear.
To be perfectly honest, as a mutant herself, Jacqueline wasn’t a hundred percent comfortable with the idea of handing off Sentinels to criminals. But, when it all came down to it, Jackie was simply the messenger. If she hadn’t been here, giving this job to Steve, then these people would’ve just hired someone else. Her role was completely inconsequential and her discomfort was meaningless.
“So, are you interested? This could very well be the biggest paycheck that you’ve ever received.” Courier added, making sure that her own discomfort with the idea did not show on her face.
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Post by smug65 on Nov 4, 2010 18:21:19 GMT 2
Steve listened to her hush huhs tone and raised an eyebrow. She spoke of him working in a factory that built sentinels. It made him a tad curious who her employer was and where he got the information on him. Point was he wasn't going to interrupt her, as her lips were quite hypnotizing at the moment. He wanted to smoke bad, but that was out of the question as he wasn't sure if she liked the smoke blown in her face.
When she finally proposed what he was supposed to do he scratched at his chin and looked off into the distance. They were in Scotland, located near Muir island where mutant research was currently occupying in a rather hush hush place. Still, he supposed he could delay his little project for a while. Turning his eyes back on the woman who seemed too displeased with the subject, rather then thrilled, made him wonder what a person would want with the schematics of a sentinel for?
Steve issued a sigh as he placed his hands behind his head and looked at the woman again. "Alright...I suppose it would kill some time of mine anyway. I take it that concludes our meeting then lovely?" Steve winked at her as he kept his ears peeled for anyone who would dare get closer then an inch to hear them. The weather was slighlty chilly, but, he could hardly feel the cold biting at his skin.
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Post by courier on Nov 5, 2010 2:54:47 GMT 2
Well, that was it. Steve had agreed to take the job. Courier’s job was done, for now at least. It was time for Courier to wrap things up and go her own way. Jacqueline reached into her pocket to pull out her business card.
“Okay, I guess that our business is done here.” Courier replied, handing her card to Steve. “Here’s my number. When you’ve got the schematics, call me and I’ll be around to take them off of your hands.”
Jacqueline’s business was done. And, since she happened to be just outside of a bar, Jacqueline decided that she may as well get a drink before she went back to the states. So, upon handing off her business card, she decided that she may as well have a little company.
“Anyways, I’m probably going to stick around and grab myself a drink. You’re welcome to join me if you want.” Jacqueline added, with a friendly smile.
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Post by smug65 on Nov 5, 2010 17:58:32 GMT 2
Steve was amazed at how fast this went. They were probably out here for no less then five minutes and the mission specs was done. All he had to do was sneak into a big building and tackle security while obtaining the schematics for the up and coming sentinels. For a man of his talent obtaining them would be no problem.
Accepting the card he looked down at it and wore a smirk. It was funny how when a woman handed a guy a business card it also had their personal number on it. Then again, he noted as he placed it in his pant pocket, guys do the same with women clients. Looking over at her he noticed her gaze was drawn back to the bar. I guess she needs another drink before she hits the dusty trail, he noted.
"I'm game," he led the way back to the bar and opened the door for her. "I'm not that much of a busy man these days. Plus having alcohol in the system does wonder before all the heat comes rushing at you...not that I would know." Seeing how his body was slighlty cold to the touch. Once he knew she was in he closed the door and this time chose a secluded booth in the back motioning for the bartender to send a waitress back to take their order. Sliding in he leaned his head back.
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