DB opened the car door for Miz Johnson. She got in and pulled out her haul, three cred sticks and the coin.
DB took the cred sticks and thumbed them. 20K on the sticks, he slotted 10K for himself and gave the rest to Miz Johnson. Pulling out a driving glove DB took the coin from her.
“What happened?” Miz Johnson asked.
“We kicked ass. It went pretty smooth.”
She turned towards him. “Dude, you're bleeding. I don't think that was smooth.”
DB smiled. “Magic has it's cost and no one died. I consider that smooth. Before you go, when did I contact you?”
Miz Johnson pulled up her texts on her commlink. “Looks like three hours ago.”
DB nodded. “Great. I’ll contact you if I have any more work.”
She got out of the car and walked away. DB barely noticed as he grabbed BC’s commlink. It was almost an exact match of the one he was wearing, but slightly more banged up. He checked the time. Three hours ago, BC texted her asking for a meet. Frag! What was going on?
DB punched in the address to his other place. The coin was warm even through the leather.
His commlink buzzed. Incoming call from Mrs. Latham.
“Hello Beautiful.”
She was not looking at him, but something off screen. "DB, darling, I'm sorry for the short notice. But the..." as she looks at you she stops. "You look horrible. Are you alright?"
"Magic ritual went bad, it looks worse than it actually is. A few hours of sleep and I'll perfectly fine.” DB said smoothly.
“Good.” She nodded. “Anyway, I have a black tie gala tomorrow night at the museum. Care to escort me?”
"It would be my pleasure, what time and where should we meet". DB asked.
"I'll have the car pick you up at 7."
"I will be well rested and ready." DB replied. "Hope you have a lovely day." He reached up and turned off his commlink.
He pulled an RFID blocking bag out of the glove compartment and shoved the coin and glove into it. He punched go and closed his eyes for the trip.
BC stepped out the car. He pulled the bag with him and stumbled into the house. A thumbprint later, and he was falling into bed.
DB took the cred sticks and thumbed them. 20K on the sticks, he slotted 10K for himself and gave the rest to Miz Johnson. Pulling out a driving glove DB took the coin from her.
“What happened?” Miz Johnson asked.
“We kicked ass. It went pretty smooth.”
She turned towards him. “Dude, you're bleeding. I don't think that was smooth.”
DB smiled. “Magic has it's cost and no one died. I consider that smooth. Before you go, when did I contact you?”
Miz Johnson pulled up her texts on her commlink. “Looks like three hours ago.”
DB nodded. “Great. I’ll contact you if I have any more work.”
She got out of the car and walked away. DB barely noticed as he grabbed BC’s commlink. It was almost an exact match of the one he was wearing, but slightly more banged up. He checked the time. Three hours ago, BC texted her asking for a meet. Frag! What was going on?
DB punched in the address to his other place. The coin was warm even through the leather.
His commlink buzzed. Incoming call from Mrs. Latham.
“Hello Beautiful.”
She was not looking at him, but something off screen. "DB, darling, I'm sorry for the short notice. But the..." as she looks at you she stops. "You look horrible. Are you alright?"
"Magic ritual went bad, it looks worse than it actually is. A few hours of sleep and I'll perfectly fine.” DB said smoothly.
“Good.” She nodded. “Anyway, I have a black tie gala tomorrow night at the museum. Care to escort me?”
"It would be my pleasure, what time and where should we meet". DB asked.
"I'll have the car pick you up at 7."
"I will be well rested and ready." DB replied. "Hope you have a lovely day." He reached up and turned off his commlink.
He pulled an RFID blocking bag out of the glove compartment and shoved the coin and glove into it. He punched go and closed his eyes for the trip.
BC stepped out the car. He pulled the bag with him and stumbled into the house. A thumbprint later, and he was falling into bed.
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