looks up at security cameras
seeing the car pull in

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The display on the front of the large gray metal desk in neon letters reads:

Kendo Kirkpatrick: Negotiator / Financial Advisor

The desk was messy. No paperwork in the future. But it was strewn with data shards and holodiscs. Some were still flickering and displaying bits of data here and there. When he sees the three of you, he jumps up out of his tall-backed leather chair. Smiling. Grinning. Because he has no mouth. Only teeth.

It's a sleeveless blazer he's wearing. Both his arms are pure chrome. And not very good chrome. It looked blocky and cheap. Probably hard to pull fabric over those arms without it getting caught. Someone must be in debt.

"Lady and Gentlemen..."

The entire lower half of his face was chrome. No lips. No tongue. White metal teeth are locked together when he speaks. So his entire voice is digitized. It sounded vaguely of Robocop if Robocop was a used car salesman.

Kendo extends both of his robotic arms at his sides. Palms up. Before slowly bowing his head. At no point does his 'hair' move. It's practically a follicled helmet.

"Welcome to the Hunter's Guild, Northern Branch Office. Please, come in. Make yourselves at home. Unless you're not housebroken..."

The laugh that follows is...harsh. "HA HA HA." That's literally what the laugh is. Those three words repeated a second apart.

Kendo gestures to the center of the room where several comfortable and fully functional synth-leather chairs are. All were facing a holo-projector screen on the southern wall. They fully reclined and had an assortment of canned beverages and snacks in the armrest compartments.

"Now..." Once you're all as comfortable as you can be.

He holds up both of his hands, clasping them together against his chest with both index fingers pointing outward.

"Someone...wanted...their...bounty...quashed." Kendo turns his body as he points, aiming his fingers back and forth between Echo Fenix, IRIDIA and Peregrine P. Olveira. Inquiring who this meeting was called for. He could just scan you and answer that question. But that lacked the personal touch.

(rt for a short bit then I'll come in)

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"Kripto..." Echo sneers. Sounds like a name for an alien dog. But he'll leave it there. He doesn't want to risk an incident by threatening to kill a licensed member of your guild right in front of you. Richter was dangerous. Cunning. And a better techie than Echo was. But he meant what he said...

"Gracias." For delivering that quieter, less obvious death threat.

It was tempting to respond with a text right now. Ask IRIDIA and Perry what they were seeing. But he relents. Right now, he's focused. Wants to get this over with. Not wanting to risk the only chance he might have to wrap this up and go home.

The double doors are opened. Echo steps inside the office and has a look around...then freezes at the one who greets them...

sitting at my desk looking over reports on my property

Garden
Time to return to My Cabin . . .

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Welp, that's a horrifying namesake. Given the nastiness that he's unleashed on his friends, and the collateral damage the guy is willing to accept... yeah, checks out.

While he isn't probing too deeply, he is tracking the potential vulnerabilities as best he can. Testing them - well, this isn't the time.

IRIDIA -

It's very likely his nerves are showing - but he doesn't think that's going to do too much damage.

While he doesn't react outwardly to the message, you get a response, similarly through their private comms.

::Same. I'm seeing potential vulnerabilities, but I'm pretty sure at least some of them are traps. Sticking to scans and staying alert.::

THe offices here are reminding him how deeplly glad he is he quite his job.

i have mine! thank you!

(not sure what happened)

parking in the lot

Stops by for awhile

taking a seat

getting ready for bed and hearing the downstairs door slam and some unintelligible muttering

every sound makes the slave squirm
wondering if it’s snot hung coming to use her
the heavy blindfold leaving it in complete darkness

Garden
A fine evening under Tu Tu Gor . . .

It sounds like you are just about ready for Summer!

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IRIDIA followed along, her biomon flipping a small alert for her heart rate and helping to normalize it lest she show her nerves openly.

Within their private comms, though, she pushed forward a text:

“Place is bristling with nodes but I'm a bit cautious about doing any remote link. I'm planning on just being vigilant, for now…”

Her steps around the sleek, almost too-sleek office floors clicked audibly on kitten heels, gave her the impression that simply beating a bounty was going to escalate and dig herself deeper, rather than go defeat all of the money that put something like this together.

She wondered if the group that attacked her and Maul were linked with The Guild, or some other Hunting organization… maybe that was something to bring up.

takes a seat near the back

Nostrils flared
nipples pressed against you
making the kiss deeper and wetter

my legs around you, crossed ankles behind you...
looking in your eyes as we kiss...