“Bitch, I can still make you sit in a corner.” Half joking, half annoyed, Taylor wasn’t going to let her turn thid around. “Why in the hell do you have a gun? Why is your car reinforced for bullets? If you really weren’t up to anything shady, your first reaction to getting shot at is to make a game of it? No. Don’t act like this is all just random chance.”
"Well, for the gun and the car - they are company products. And I am testing those company products - I will have to fill a report on its performance later." June smirked as she gave a roundabout answer. "As for making a game of it, well, it wasn't the most dangerous situation I was in during my career. But don't worry, if someone send assassins after me, it certainly wouldn't be a bunch of amateurs." She scoffed. "I deserve a professional contractor after me." She crossed her arms @Tjf "Not a bunch of amatures, hired from the street." She pointed at the blue haired punk from the picture on screen, her nephew was showing. "Non of the people I am dealing with, would be that stupid to hire those gangsters. You know what that means?" She points at Taylor. "It's all your fault!" She got up, finger pointing at Taylor's forehead. "Now, confess! What have you screwed up, this time!"
@Auraicide What if they were after me? A bead of sweat begins to emerge from Jack's forehead. My mom would find out what I've been doing... shit. Calming himself, he hacker subtly wipes the sweat from his brow and keeps quiet.
Not giving her sister an inch, the cyborg refused to back down, though she took a not of the blue haired girl with genuine curiosity and began trying to face scan the picture through the database. "On my end, someone tried to frame me for murder. Did a poor job of it, but I got two days to get a new name of who did. Or...I'll just sue the department if that doesn't work out. As she tried to process the image of the girl, she wondered. "Girl doesn't look like much and...don't think this is cute. Why is it when your life is literally in danger you decide that you need to be as unhelpful as possible?" Taylor didn't make a secret of her annoyance at June's flippant attitude or the fact she would still bother trying to keep secrets. "Your life literally depends on it, but you're going to keep hiding things from me. Help me understand your logic here."
June straightened, looking at Taylor seriously. "That is pretty simple. You, don't bring your investigations home, don't talk about thefts, murders, or rapes. The same, I, don't bring my work home. I don't talk about contracts, deals and various people trying to take leverage over other people. Home is home, work is work. That's how things work." She looked at the picture of blue-haired punk. "Someone hired a gang to deal with us. My... associates, know better than to send such unreliable killers after me. That, I believe, rules out my enemies. But I might be wrong." She looked thoughtful. "A professional would have already dealt with that kind of subcontractors, but if this is your enemy, the survivors of the attack might still be out there...."
"We need to ID the blue haired girl." Jack states. "Through her, we might be able to find out who hired her and her gang. Leave it to me." He begins scanning the girl's picture, looking for any matches on the web. At the same time, he discretely contacts an information broker.
"Good boy." June cues with purr. "Such a cute boy, unlike his stiff sister..." As he started seeking the information, the text window he opened to the broker came to life. "..." Appeared on the screen, showing that broker was present.
Jack blushes a little at his aunt's words, before standing. "Sorry, ladies, I think my brush with danger has shaken me a little. I need to go to the bathroom. Be right back." The young hacker moves out of sight, heading to the bathroom, before he begins his inquiry. "I need a person ID'd" he types. "Some gang member. Attaching a file now." He sends the message, and then sends the picture of the blue haired girl. "I'm willing to pay in cash, or in service, if you have a job that needs doing, but only if the info is good."
Taylor gave a fast nod, having already been trying to do that listening to June make some inane argument of "because I don't want to." Not totally listening, she continued to work through the identification for some kind of matches.
I need dirt on certain 'good' wife of a certain politician. Doesn't have to be true, it only needs to be good enough to hold in court.
Soon she found the profile of the girl. Name: Patricia Rams Age: 22 Wanted for assault, vandalism, robbery. There was also her address included, but nothing else of note.
She had some of her info, and began to search the address up, but decided she would still look at the video evidence she came here for first.
Deal. He responds. Though, since you're sending me up against a politician's security, I want an extra favour. He sends the picture he took of the woman wearing Nineke's jacket. I want her IDd as well. Send me the details on this politician's wife of yours and I'll get to work soon.
Valerie smiled at the doctor before setting to work, her tongue teasing the other woman's folds. The doctor's amendment to her suggestion was not something Valerie was eager for, but it would still be an improvement over her current situation. While her personal preference would always be to a hard cock instead of a wet pussy, she wasn't above doing what she had to do. The way Valerie figured it was better to have her life in the hands of someone whom regarded her with indifference rather that someone who was nearly openly hostile. If this doctor became a problem later she would also be easier to deal with. Probably.
It didn't take long for Taylor find the address of the blue-haired punk. It was in one of the slums, a place where the police were patroling rarely. It would take about an hour to get to the place.
Soon he received the reply The target is Sophia Rose. The client doesn't care if what you find will be real or not - just that making it public would ruin her reputation and pull her husband down. I can find the gal - but that will be another service from you.
The doctor moaned lightly as Valerie's tongue got to work. She put her hands on the businesswoman's head. Click, click. Her heels clicked as she put her legs further apart, allowing Valerie better access. Slowly, as she pleased the woman, she noticed that her legs started shaking. She bend forward, sweat dripping from her forehead. "You are quite good... ah.... at it." she gasped, as she slowly approached her climax point.
Taylor makes a note. It at least wasn't too far so she'd watch the video thing first using the hookup station(don't remember what they're called)
