Sweep sits in the driver's seat of the van, deftly and subconsciously flipping switches on the dashboard. Without even being prompted, he states rather matter-of-factly in a deep, growly, scratchy baritone "For your saftey, ma'am". His voice was direct but not mean, forceful but not rude, and the words came out easily and quickly, but slow enough to be heard and understood.
Just another day at the office.
The office. An interesting choice for a word to describe his chosen profession. With his huge size and imposing looks, one would have expected him to find a job where physicality was in the forefront. But what he did for a living...that was something that wasn't expected. The business suit fit his large frame easily, and hid the pair of Savalette Guardians hanging in the concealed holsters under the suit-coat without even so much as a noticeable bulge. And the leather overcoat hanging on the hook behind his seat belied the armor plating and special modifications that made it necessary for his job.
When Linda instructed him and Sleet to find Menzo, he immediately began using his available resources to find the man's last known location, tracking him down to Dante's Inferno. He then fired up his commlink, pulling up a map of the city to find the quickest - and least visible - route to the place. When the AR display showed the route, he started to program it into the van's pilot program, but decided against it after a few moments, putting his hands back on the wheel and driving manually.
In case I need to make quick decisions. This lady doesn't seem off, but the target...well, I don't know much about him.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Fong - do you have a recent picture of Menzo that you could pull up for me please?
She had shown him the picture before, and even though he had recorded a snapshot of it using his cyber-eye, it was a habit of his to get clients to show him a picture for confirmation a second time.
Better safe than sorry. Don't need another incident like what happened back in Chicago...
