The constant rain in Seattle formed the perfect auditory backdrop in Jades apartment. Her blue-green eyes scanned her reflection; her Evo FOCUS attention coprocessor adding details and highlighting specific details of her. Her black hair sat down just above her shoulders, and her eyes couldn't help but examine the transition from human being to machine at her collarbone, where her right arm was replaced by her customized arm. Her black tanktop showed the actuators and connection points clearly. Sometimes when she went to the clubs, she'd leave her shoulder bare just to accentuate it.
Her Transys Avalon chirped; she smirked knowing it was her 'work' link. Simon, Mr. J, or one of her other associates might have some work for her.
At the same time, she hesitated as she reached for it. Tonight was supposed to be her night out on the town; pop some eX and dance the night away. Funds were alright, but at the same time, a little extra nuyen never hurt.
She gripped the Transys tightly, drawing its cable into her datajack into her neck. She was grateful she'd gotten a model that didn't pinch anymore.
Simons cool voice edged through. As usual, his measured baritone voice was charming even in the brief voice message he left. Evidently, he wasn't in the mood to chat tonight.
"Hoi Chummer. I've got a job opportunity. Theres a guy looking for some runners to extract someone from somewhere. I know it's not much but if you want the job you have to meet him at Fair Lady Gentleman's club, dress appropriately, at 8pm tonight. Should you decide to find out more just say Elephant to the bartender. Have fun Chummer."
Well, Ghost was smiling on Jade tonight; a chance to get to party it up AND get paid? This was too good a chance to pass up.
3 hits on "Seattle Bars and Clubs (5d6) I'm assuming is enough to tell me this is a higher end establishment.
The Fair Lady's Gentlemans Club was about 45 minutes to an hour, depending on traffic. Jade began quickly picking an outfit, deciding on a nice, ordinary suit jacket with a dress shirt underneath, then her half-body suit underneath for some level of protection if something happened. Granted, who was really dumb enough to pick a fight that would make her worry at a strip club? She assessed herself in the mirror, judging that she looked good, yet attractive. She slid her customized Fichetti into a holster and slid it into her jacket with a spare clip. The joys of having a gun with a clip of 30 rounds.
By the time she was dressed and ready, it was just past 6:15. She laid out the tools of her trade and made sure they were ready for a quick pickup from her apartment in Tacoma. Her armored jumpsuit and accompanying kit, spare pistols, ammo, and ceramic knife in a non-descript backpack, with her vibro-sword and HK-227 next to it, ready for a quick dash and grab under her bed.
Jade grabbed a rain-coat and helmet; rain was never good on clothes, but it beat using public transportation to a meet.