[Sure, Conner liked to play the odds but she also had an amazing (re: freakish) ability to guess when they were in her favor. Still, Rico was right and that rankled her more than the choices available being shitty and having the wrong feel.]
Gonna need a distraction. Security went from light to pain in the ass. You can take Rex with you, seeing as your volunteering.
I can pull him and his bodyguard away for an hour or two. Meet him at the bar to talk a potential business proposal.
[Rico idly drums his fingers on his thigh, in thought.
Ah.]
Since you so ever-so-politely declined his offer, I'll tell him I know a few chem-addled girls from Vegas who could be persuaded to go for a change of scenery, if he's still looking. I can pretend to be exactly what he expects a merc like me to be.
[Self-interest would sell it. Rico does have a few friends at Gomorrah and about - not that he'd ever lure any of them to a fucking place like this.]
[It's a solid plan with a familiar outline of a hundred other "jobs" they've pulled off before it. Rico's social game was +20 to Conner's -100, something she preferred and didn't have any problems admitting.]
Alright. Can't argue with a tried and true standard approach. I'd be lying if I said this felt, Ric. Got no goddamn clue what it is but something is off, it's been off.
[They've each got their strengths, and one of the reasons they keep coming back to orbit each other. Their strange chemistry notwithstanding. Conner's certainly less likely to be noticed than Rico Dredd who loves to enter a room first, six feet plus and built like a brick shithouse. And most relevantly for a little light breaking and entering, she's more adept at picking locks and barely makes a sound when she wants to. Personally, he's much more inclined to smash through a lock or wooden door with the heel of a well-placed kick than to spend ten times that time kneeling and fiddling.
And maybe hurling a bobby pin across the room in frustration before taking the whole fucking door out with a grenade, alerting everybody and their goddamn mother that there was someone who shouldn't be there. Maybe.
Yeah, that wasn't the best job.]
Don't force me have to make fun of you for being a sour killjoy, Conner. It'll be your good deed for the year.
But I've seen your stupidly good luck. What's it telling you?
[The fucked up yin-yang of the new burnt out world, that was Conner and Rico. She would never understand his impatience, the strange need to make an entrance - didn't have to when it all came down to it. For all her own fucked up quirks Conner was remarkably accepting and didn't have a habit of making people justify their actions.]
Don't rightly know. There's something I'm missing, like I got a fucking Deathclaw at my back.
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Gonna need a distraction. Security went from light to pain in the ass. You can take Rex with you, seeing as your volunteering.
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I can pull him and his bodyguard away for an hour or two. Meet him at the bar to talk a potential business proposal.
[Rico idly drums his fingers on his thigh, in thought.
Ah.]
Since you so ever-so-politely declined his offer, I'll tell him I know a few chem-addled girls from Vegas who could be persuaded to go for a change of scenery, if he's still looking. I can pretend to be exactly what he expects a merc like me to be.
[Self-interest would sell it. Rico does have a few friends at Gomorrah and about - not that he'd ever lure any of them to a fucking place like this.]
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Alright. Can't argue with a tried and true standard approach. I'd be lying if I said this felt, Ric. Got no goddamn clue what it is but something is off, it's been off.
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And maybe hurling a bobby pin across the room in frustration before taking the whole fucking door out with a grenade, alerting everybody and their goddamn mother that there was someone who shouldn't be there. Maybe.
Yeah, that wasn't the best job.]
Don't force me have to make fun of you for being a sour killjoy, Conner. It'll be your good deed for the year.
But I've seen your stupidly good luck. What's it telling you?
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Don't rightly know. There's something I'm missing, like I got a fucking Deathclaw at my back.
[Hmm. Maybe it's on the terminal.]
Suppose that means I have to hack the terminal.
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[Attagirl.]
Don't worry about any deathclaws at your back. I'm watching it, of course.