"Well, that went great.", she mumbled to herself.
Silk sighed softly as she stood up a few seconds after the Johnson's AR vanished. She looked at Creepy Joe and opened her mouth to say something starting with "You know...". She stopped stopped speaking, smiled at him, then shook her head and turned towards the exit of the room. Before reaching the door though, she stopped in her tracks and turned back towards Creepy Joe.
"Pardon my French, your boss is an asshole.
But considering you're smart enough to be running a place like this, I'm guessing you knew that already." she said with a smirk.
A questioning look appeared on her face. "And you know that he's the kind of person who attracts problems too, rushing into things when he should take a moment to think things through. Apparently he's had some luck in the past to get where he is now", above you, "but you seem intelligent enough to know that kind of behavior will blow up in his face, usually sooner than later."
She turned towards the doorway again and spoke while walking out the door and through the hallway.
"I don't walk out on jobs, we'll finish this and take our money. But I don't intend to be working for him when drek hits the fan."
"Already got a sniper on a roof? Pretty soon to be drawing guns, no? Let's focus on getting people inside the place. Nice job on the map though, that was quick.
I usually get what I want from people but I don't do miracles. With that little stunt you pulled, I/O, we can be glad we didn't all end up with less than what we started with. The 2k that's left of your cut, you better earn it.
Little Joe, too bad you changed outfit so quickly. A little girl I could've talked through the front door; an armed dwarf in camo, not so much.
Guess that leaves me and you for the front door and scouting, Noise.
Or do you have some magic tricks you can pull, Still Waters? You don't happen to be the mind-bending or disguising kind of mage?
A thought popped in her mind.
"Hank, you're a medic? You don't happen to have some fake DocWagon ID or other medical license on you?"
The bad negotiations cast a shadow over her mood. She didn't have any problems laying all the blame on someone else, I/O had made that easy, but it still felt as a personal defeat. She hated people who didn't play the social game like it should be played. Of course she usually broke the rules of the game too, but that was the most fun part of the game. Just being a complete dick, that was... dirty.
