After my vanity shower I came out looking really good. I mean I looked hot. My pink hair with the black tips, my green eyes, my face looking fishy fresh. I really dig my spacer look, it fits my personality to a capital C for crazy. Richard was taking care of the business end of things, so when I emerged and got dressed he started to fill me in on the details.
"Contact is Boeman," he started.
I groaned from within the sporty cut tank I was pulling over my head.
"So he likes to look," Richard said, "Get over it."
Fixing my shirt around my waste he received a death glare. I crawled onto the bed, in my tank and undies. Slowly I got right into Richard's face. "Fine, I'll get over it. And then let's see how you like it when every conversation we have, I'll be staring at your junk." I wanted to bite his lip.
"Oh I don't mind none," Richard said with a crooked little grin, "I already caught you lookin' this morning."
"Ugh, really?" I replied with a rol of my eyes, "You just talked yourself out of a smooch." I crawled back off the bed, and started to wrangle on my cargo pants.
"Aaaaaaanyway," said Richard, refusing to be sad about what he just missed out on. What a jerk. "Boeman's got leads on an attritionist named Ralsey. Ralsey skipped out on one of the biggest bonds of his decade, apparently."
"Bond that big and they're coming to the House of Attrition for help?" I shake my head and click my tongue, "The Civil must be getting desperate when they're outsourcing big time spooks." We usually only get the run off considered 'lost causes'.
"Civil is involved, according to Boeman. They don't mind the competition for this one, sharing their lead and all. Only import is he's cuffed alive."
I groaned again, to which Richard nodded sympathetically.
"I know," he said, "Living only bounty. Not your strong suit. But hey, maybe this one will survive meeting you?" Richard gave me a grizzled little smile. He knows I live for his beard scruff.
I wanted to give him that smooch, but I didn't so I could continue our power struggle. It's foreplay for the sadist. "What'd he do?" I asked, buttoning my cargo pants just below my navel.
"That's the best part. He didn't do anything. Wanted on suspicion. Apparently he's been off grid since his escape, til now." Richard shakes his head sympathetically, "Poor dope. One blip and now half the HoA isgonna be up his butt."
"So we're helping the Civil hunt down someone who..." I said this as I loaded a charged cells into my laser pistol, "Was held on suspicion years ago for something he never ended up doing, even after he escaped and got away?"
"Sounds about it," Richard replied, biting his chapped lip. He knows this makes him dimple. He was trying for the upper hand in our little game, trying to catch me staring at his dimple.
I slam the cap on the pistol's fuel cell, which made it light up pink along the 'veins' on the outside of it. "Fun. First we'll get our intel from Boeman, and then it's off to ruin an innocent guy's life!"
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