09-27-2013, 06:42 PM
At the end of the day, Hood was a practical man. Some would see so unlikely a reunion as fate, a sign from on high, destiny, a miracle, or some other excuse to forget other commitments in order to rekindle lost connections. But Hood was a practical man, and he had work to do. Real 'feel good' work too. He got to kill some greasy bastards, and save some rich kid. The sort of job you could feel good about, so long as it didn't go tits-up at the last minute.
As much as he'd much rather kick back in this painfully shallow club and catch up with Spectra, considering she made the atmosphere palatable, he had other things to do. Mr Talanov was a powerful person. Pervaya liniya Security flourished thanks to it's rich and powerful clientele. Powerful allies meant the company was that much harder to touch, else risk drawing the ire of important political or economic figures, which in the 'pure capitalist' state of the CCD, were dangerous folks to anger. And the harder the company was to touch, the harder it's operators were to touch. Meaning he was that much safer.
Of course, there was also her friend in the other room. He doubted the fellow would recognize Hood at a glance, but if he were any good at his job, the spy would mark him as a person of interest to be investigated. And that was bad.
He was honestly surprised she rolled over so easily on his comment. He really had expected her to set a schedule for him, rather then to give in and wait for him to contact her. He threw the last of his scotch down range, setting the glass open-end-down on the bar. "It's John White now. Not many left I let call me Hood."
He adjusted his tie and grinned down at her, "You're top of that list though. I'll try to get ahold of your people in a few days."
As much as he'd much rather kick back in this painfully shallow club and catch up with Spectra, considering she made the atmosphere palatable, he had other things to do. Mr Talanov was a powerful person. Pervaya liniya Security flourished thanks to it's rich and powerful clientele. Powerful allies meant the company was that much harder to touch, else risk drawing the ire of important political or economic figures, which in the 'pure capitalist' state of the CCD, were dangerous folks to anger. And the harder the company was to touch, the harder it's operators were to touch. Meaning he was that much safer.
Of course, there was also her friend in the other room. He doubted the fellow would recognize Hood at a glance, but if he were any good at his job, the spy would mark him as a person of interest to be investigated. And that was bad.
He was honestly surprised she rolled over so easily on his comment. He really had expected her to set a schedule for him, rather then to give in and wait for him to contact her. He threw the last of his scotch down range, setting the glass open-end-down on the bar. "It's John White now. Not many left I let call me Hood."
He adjusted his tie and grinned down at her, "You're top of that list though. I'll try to get ahold of your people in a few days."