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(Evelynn's syndicate bargain)
[Tue Dec 26 2023]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Whatever the drugs were, Owen doesn't seem much to mind. He's chewing on his own cheek when delivered, promptly to spatch a gob of bloody spit - right - neeeear to Evelynn's shoes. Blink. Blink. How cordial.
Evelynn waits patiently for Owen to be placed at her feet. There is a pause as she studies the man but the recognition is immediate and obvious. Without a word she steps closer to frisk him for his phone, stepping over the gob of spit without hardly making a note of it.
Owen says "I suspect you value your life."
Owen says "I value that phone."
Owen says "Yes. That is a death threat. Yes, I'm in quite an otherwise fancied situation. I work here. Do what you wanna."
Evelynn lets Owen talk away while she silently previews the long list of messages on his phone. There is almost nothing to read on her face as she does this till she looks towards Owen and lifts her brow with a thoughtful question, "You were discussing the concept of a Manchurian candidate with Rachel. This happens to be one of our people. You are working an angle?"
Owen says "Nope. Wanna sign up for the program?"
Owen says "She's barely even fun to talk to."
Owen says "Alternatively; do you want to die?"
"I do." Evelynn admits to Owen with a lazy, wistful attitude. "Does this sort of talk usually work for you?" she ask as she studies him a little longer before deciding to frisk him again
Owen says "Quite well, yes. I suspect whatever you'll be fucking in the next twelve to twenty days should like to be left alone."
Evelynn goes through the second phone and all of Owen's stuff before deciding there is nothing of interest there. She gives a light shake of her head then kicks Owen in the head to put him out. There is no malice there, just something that has to be done.
Evelynn can't actually kick Owen but whatever, when Owen is alone, he is freed
Evelynns Syndicate Bargain
(Evelynn's syndicate bargain)
[Tue Dec 26 2023]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Whatever the drugs were, Owen doesn't seem much to mind. He's chewing on his own cheek when delivered, promptly to spatch a gob of bloody spit - right - neeeear to Evelynn's shoes. Blink. Blink. How cordial.
Evelynn waits patiently for Owen to be placed at her feet. There is a pause as she studies the man but the recognition is immediate and obvious. Without a word she steps closer to frisk him for his phone, stepping over the gob of spit without hardly making a note of it.
Owen says "I suspect you value your life."
Owen says "I value that phone."
Owen says "Yes. That is a death threat. Yes, I'm in quite an otherwise fancied situation. I work here. Do what you wanna."
Evelynn lets Owen talk away while she silently previews the long list of messages on his phone. There is almost nothing to read on her face as she does this till she looks towards Owen and lifts her brow with a thoughtful question, "You were discussing the concept of a Manchurian candidate with Rachel. This happens to be one of our people. You are working an angle?"
Owen says "Nope. Wanna sign up for the program?"
Owen says "She's barely even fun to talk to."
Owen says "Alternatively; do you want to die?"
"I do." Evelynn admits to Owen with a lazy, wistful attitude. "Does this sort of talk usually work for you?" she ask as she studies him a little longer before deciding to frisk him again
Owen says "Quite well, yes. I suspect whatever you'll be fucking in the next twelve to twenty days should like to be left alone."
Evelynn goes through the second phone and all of Owen's stuff before deciding there is nothing of interest there. She gives a light shake of her head then kicks Owen in the head to put him out. There is no malice there, just something that has to be done.
Evelynn can't actually kick Owen but whatever, when Owen is alone, he is freed