What comes around... (Open)

[trentsharpe]

In the dimly lit dive of a bar known as The Falcons Aerie members of the UAS patrols on break often came to because the drinks were not watered down, despite it being an underworld bar that house a corner of the black market as well as numerous patrons who were on the other side of the law. There was also a rather common patron because he too preferred his drinks pure and untouched, and this was a great place for business to be conducted. It was also a great place to do business, since the owner had a policy of what happened stayed within the walls. Tonight was not one of business for the young ex-soldier who had made his name now as a freelancer, it was to relax and enjoy a few drinks with his money. However someone approached the table and set down something the size of a thin cigarette pack in a black case, which caused him to look up. "If you need a courier that's not me, besides I don't recognize you," The man just laughed and sat down, like he had some kind of authority. "For someone dead six times over you are doing well, just take it and call the matter even. We stay out of each others way from now on," Trent seemed amused by this boldness as he opened the case and looked at the data chips, testing them on his computer to verify that it was what he thought. Once he was satisfied her finished the drink he had, before replying.

"Fair enough, one condition however. Forget my info, or I'll break your knees and hands if I find out you lied." Trent leaned across the table and tapped his jacket as the owner who also worked the bar turned a blind eye, and the other man had a gun in his face. This was legitimate, and how business was sometimes conducted. With a quiet nod he got up and Trent had his gun hidden again, as a refill came over. Once he was alone again Trent put his feet on another chair and sat back with his drink, anyone from the UAS he dealt with he kept on a short leash unless they were verified through some people he used to work for.

[Sasuke Uchiha]

Sasuke wandered the city. He was on an assignment to collect information about the governments plans. A simple mission really. But he hated to talk to others. The mission called for just that. He was wearing dark sunglasses beside his normal attire. Androids in the government's militia didn't go out into the city normally. He had to be careful not to let anyone know he was one. It wouldn't be too hard. He looked just like a human. The only way he could be seen as an android was if his eyes changed from black to red. But that only happened when he processed data or switched to attack mode. He controlled when his attack mode activated, but he couldn't control the data half. That was what the sunglasses were for.

Sasuke moved through the streets his partner was the girl from the docks, Sam. There was one place he knew they could get the information they needed. A bar by the name of The Falcons. However, They had to be careful as the U.A.S soldiers often took their break here. He blinked, his black eyes changed red under the sunglasses as he scanned for a sign of the bar.

The data of everything he scanned flooded into his eyes. Sasuke sorted through it quickly, piece by piece. Finally, the whereabouts of the bar came to his eyes. He blinked, returning his eyes to their normal black color. "That way." He informed his partner. Sasuke headed out.

Once in the bar, he took a look around. There was a few people sitting around. Now it was time for the intelligence part. Sasuke moved causally through the bar, taking Sam's hand in his to make it look like they were dating. It would help make him seen more as a human. They looked to be about the same age.

He walked next to a man sitting with his feet up on another chair. However, he miscalculated the distant between him and the table trying to keep pace with the girl and knocked the man's drink over, with his elbow. It got all over Sasuke's clothes. "Tsk. Sorry." He muttered trying to wipe it off with his free hand.

[samantha]

Gray eyes shifted around, glancing at people as they walked past. She took a deep breath, trying not too look as nervous as she felt. Sam nervous? It could be laughable to some, but intel, at least undercover intel work, made her very nervous. All it took was one slip of the tongue to blow your cover. It probably wouldn't be her last under cover work though. At sixteen, she was probably one of the more inconspicuous members of the Liberation, one of the least recognizable by U.A.S soldiers, at least ones she's never run into before. Who would suspect a teenager.

Though for this one, she'd have to act not so teenagerish. She'd have to act older than she looked, going into a bar. Both she, and her partner Sasuke, seeing as he didn't look much older than herself. But it was probably more easier for him than for him. He was mature. She...was a little less than mature.

She glanced around again. They were in the infamed Taris shopping district. For all its size and hype the place looked much...dingier? Than the capitol city, which she had been to once or twice.

"This way."

She followed his lead, and they soon reached the bar they were looking for. The Falcons, one of few places in Taris they you could find a good concentration of U.A.S soldiers. Taris was the second biggest city, but was far less guarded than the capitol. Soldiers more spread out and fewer in number.

He grabbed her hand upon entering the bar. It was the main reason they had sent a guy and girl, a young couple in a bar wouldn't stand out too much. ' You know how awkward this is, right?' she whispered in his ear. She forced a smile though, to try and make it sound like she said something flirty, brushing his other arm slightly as she giggled. She wasn't a bad actor at least, if only she could stay focused and keep the act up. She took the lead from there for the most part, figuring it must be hard to see indoors with those sunglasses on. It would be rather odd, seeing a boy with sunglasses on in a building but she knew they were necessary. A boy with eyes that changed from black to red and back again was more than a little odd.

Despite her lead though, he bumped into a table, knocking a drink over. Great. Here let me help with that honey. she kept the act up, grabbing a napkin of the table and handing it to him. She looked to the person who the drink belonged too Sorry about that, he doesn't see very well.' A good explanation for the glasses right?

[trentsharpe]

Trent sighed and shook his head, of course through observation he noted nothing else except that they were headed his way. Though the girl spoke on the mans behalf he sized them both up like he was sizing up a target, this was standard practice even from his days in the UAS. "Then you don't mind getting me a new one, after all I still have to pay for that. Now why would the two of you be heading my direction, are you in or looking for trouble." He said as his voice changed tone to reflect his annoyance at losing money on a spilled drink, but if this meant business he would have to move this to a booth, one side of his lip was curled up and he had the look of someone who was not afraid to act should things get messy. "Be honest here, and don't be wasting my time if your not going to."

With that he motioned to the girl and put some money on the tray, and asked for another one. She left quickly as under the money was a note to prepare a private booth, one that was to be used soon if this was what the young man thought this was. He studied them again as if deliberating which one was bigger threat, so that he could take them out if they proved to be enemies. He could not be too careful, after all the UAS tried to hide their assassins so he would not find them before they struck. "Business, or you just here for the drinks. You have ten seconds to answer, otherwise your wasting my time." He stated rather bluntly and in a tone that would intimidate most people; of course the only people who approached him were fools, the UAS, or the liberation. He had to be sure as it could also be someone sent by his old boss calling for a favor.

[Sasuke Uchiha]

"Sorry about that, he doesn't see very well." Sam tried to cover. Tsk. It was your fault, not mine. He said to himself. I could see just fine till you took over. He faked a smile to her though as he took the napkin she offered. Sasuke let go of her hand to better wipe the liquid off. "Then you don't mind getting me a new one, after all I still have to pay for that. Now why would the two of you be heading my direction, are you in or looking for trouble." The man said with slight annoyance. He quickly changed attitudes, like he was determined to make a deal. Be honest here, and don't be wasting my time if your not going to." Really? To make such an assumption based on the fact they walked his way told Sasuke this man was nothing more then a trouble seeker. "Alright, here." He pulled some money out of his pocket and set it on the table in front of the man.

The man got himself another drink and slipped a note to the waitress. He thought he was sneaking. To bad for him Sasuke's eyes picked it up, though he didn't see what it said. What was he planning? Had he figured out who the two were? No. It was something else. "Business, or you just here for the drinks. You have ten seconds to answer, otherwise your wasting my time."

Sasuke smirked. "Business huh? What kind of business are we talking?" Red eyes scanned the man under the sunglasses. But no data of who he was came up. Damn. Looks like he had to find out the old fashion way. Sasuke half-smiled at Sam. This might be a fun assignment after all.

[samantha]

He let go of her hand to wipe the rest of the liquid off his shirt, meanwhile the other guy demanded they buy him another drink. But it was his next words that worried her.Now why would the two of you be heading my direction, are you in or looking for trouble" What was that supposed to mean?Sam chewed her lip nervously, but still kept up the smile, still trying to keep the act up. " Trouble? Why would we want to cause trouble?' She was panicking a little on the inside, though tried to feign her best innocent expression. Clueless. Like many girls her age were.

Had he figured out who they were? Was he a U.A.S soldier? If both answers were yes, they were screwed. Have they made a mess of this already.

"Business, or you just here for the drinks. You have ten seconds to answer, otherwise your wasting my time."
" Business? What business."What'd he mean by business? She posed the question with the same fake innocence as before. Like she had not a clue what was going on. They weren't members of the liberation, just couple of kids looking for drinks. Sasuke echoed her inquiry, with a bit more of a serious tone. Gray eyes studied the man for a moment. Something telling her that he was most definatly not a U.A.S soldier. Then what was he? Who was he working for?

Sam tensed despite herself, though still tried to play it cool. She clenched her hand, flexing her arm slightly so that she could feel the brush of the sheath in the arm of her jacket against her skin. Thats where she kept her shock knife. She never went anywhere with out it, and knowing it was there made her feel a little better. She met Sasuke's gaze as he shot her a smile, saying they were probably having similar thoughts. That this mission may prove to be a little more exciting than they thought it would be.

[Virrus Nero]

Taking leave from his desk job was one of the better perks of being a Colonel in the U.A.S., and Nero took full advantage of it whenever he could. Sloughing off his desk position at the Capital City headquarters to a Major while he took to the monorail, heading out to his old hometown of Taris City. During his street escapades Nero orientated himself well through the winding alleyways during that time, finding out about some of the best locations for less than savory characters like himself to gather. This trip wasn't a social call, however, Nero was looking for some R&R, and maybe a few strong drinks to go along with spicy hot wings; the best place he knew of for both was a dingy dive called The Falcons Aerie. Nero hadn't been in that area for ages, but he knew his way around regardless, as it was a popular retreat for the enlisted members of the U.A.S. to hide away from the more diligent officers, unlike himself. Nero soon found himself off the monorail and outside the entrance to The Falcons Aerie. Almost as he remembered from years ago, there wasn't much to change when you've reached a certain stage of perfection in his opinion, Nero smirked to himself; dusting off the stenciled shoulder of his Rig Suit. If he was going to be on the streets, especially in Taris, he wouldn't go unarmed, and took his twin service pistols with him; covertly holstered underneath each arm. Before leaving the headquarters in the Capital, he had heard reports of Liberation activity increasing in Taris, which gave him an extra drive to re-visit his home away from home. He had checked dossiers on wanted Liberation personnel, and felt if he recognized the faces of any of them, he'd confront them, and perhaps see some real combat since being posted at the Capital.

Nero pushed the entrance door of the bar open, smirk still present on his face. His dark Rig suit equipped with boosters which didn't reach out past his shoulders weighed him down, making each step on the floor of the bar a heavy and audible one. His eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bar slowly, making out a few shady patrons with little detail. It wasn't much of his concern who the few people were that patronized this place, he was merely there for some quality drink, and food, maybe an entertaining bar fight he'd participate in. Nero made his way directly for the main bar, taking a seat at the better, but still dimly lit stools and taking a seat. He would quickly glance around the bar and notice no-one else was smoking, and that the air was unbelievably clear in the grungy little bar. Nodding to himself, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes from a pouch on his belt and with a flick of his wrist emerged the filter end of a cigarette out of the pack, which Nero promptly snatched up with his lips. He replaced the pack into its proper pouch, and produced his lighter from another just as the barkeep approached and asked what Nero would be having. Nero lit his cigarette, taking his first puff and answering the barkeep at the same time. His smirk faded to a grimace "Gimme a Rum on the rocks... And another pack of Full Flavors." Nero barked to the barkeep through a cloud of smoke. The barkeep quickly returned with a highball glass full of ice, a red pack of cigarettes, and a bottle of unlabeled Rum which Nero eyeballed while the barkeep unscrewed the lid and poured the glass half full. "Leave the bottle..." Nero stated to the barkeep, removing the cigarette from hanging in the corner of his mouth to between his index and middle fingers, letting it fume away into the atmosphere of the bar. The man merely nodded and walked away from Nero, leaving him in peace to drink. Nero snatched up up the glass with a gloved hand, making an audible clink, and taking a short swig of the Rum. He sighed positively before taking another drag of the cigarette, listening to the hushed banter of the patrons mixing together into an ambiance that in his opinion, couldn't be beat by any kind of music.

[trentsharpe]

"Now your asking the right question, it all depends on what you need. As well as what you can afford, but I have arrangements if you want to talk business." He replied and then eyed them further, someone who could not see that well could get their eyes fixed easily and if they could not afford it go to some illegal doctor and owe them. So he wondered what Sasuke was hiding, and the girl looked too young to be in here so there had to be something up. However if they could pay he would make it worth their while. "Why don't we take a walk, grab some drinks and talk somewhere else. " He said getting up and this time grabbing the drink off the tray, though he moved towards the booth he checked to see if they were following without making it look like anything.

Seeing someone else enter he thought he'd seen the man here before speaking to known Liberation agents, which meant that perhaps he might make better money from him than these two. However he was not going to do that as Sasuke's question indicated interest, and he was running low on cash. Once at the booth he sat down and placed his drink on the table, the girl who had served him asked them what they wanted, that it was on Tempest.

[Sasuke Uchiha]

"Now your asking the right question, it all depends on what you need. As well as what you can afford, but I have arrangements if you want to talk business." Sasuke eyed the man. Maybe if he could get a name, his scan would work better. The sunglasses might even be making it harder for the scan to read the man's signature. But he knew taking them off was not an option. Sasuke took Sam's hand again and purposely bumped an empty table to keep up her 'bad eyesight' gig up. As he hit the table, a man came in. Sasuke's eyes automatically scanned him. The distant helped as a name came up. Colonel Nero of the U.A.S. Great. The two Liberation members had better keep their guard up.

As much as he hated playing as a couple, Sasuke leaned in to look like he was going to kiss Sam's cheek, but really was whispering in her ear. "We've got company. 9 o' clock." They followed the man to a booth. The waitress followed, as well, and asked if they wanted a drink, that it was on Tempest. Tempest, huh? Sasuke scanned his data-banks for a 'Tempest.' Hit. A man supposedly dead a few times. Allied to no one. Well, he could help them out in the intel part, but he could turn them in too. They were in a bar with a lot of well known U.A.S. members and if he saw the Colonel too they could be in trouble. Though, it was to bad he couldn't tell Sam the info he had uncovered.

However, Sasuke let go of Sam again and sat down. He put his elbows on the table and rested his chin on the back of his folded hands. "I'm fine. Thanks." He was liquid proof on the outside but not inside so much. "So what do you have to offer?" He asked Tempest. He wasn't going to straight out ask for intel without analyzing him more.

[samantha]

There act was back on as Sasuke took her hand again, and both fell back into the exceedingly awkward "couple" role. As he bumped into the table, she said something about him being more careful. She knew it was on purpose, but it was all for the act.

She had heard someone else walk in, but didn't pay to much mind to it. This was obviously a popular bar, many people walked in and out regularly. It wasn't untill her partner whispered into her ear she payed any real mind.

We've got company. 9 o'clock."

Gray eyes shifted, following his gaze. She saw a man, a rather large intimidating one, head for the bar. She may not be able to process data like Sasuke, but something about him just screamed U.A.S. Great. She swallowed nervously. This did nothing to calm her. Infact it just made her increasingly more anxious, and she chewed the inside of her lip as an outlet for her anxiety.

She slid in next to Sasuke at the booth. " No thanks." she said to the drink offer. She probably should've accepted. To keep the cover up. But she needed to be able to keep her wits about her. She was rather...eccentric, when sober, it was rather scary to think how she'd be drunk.

Sasuke went on with asking questions, and let him talk, all the while glancing nervously around. Her eyes falling on the new arrival quiet a few times. She shouldn't be too worried, she wasn't sure about her partner, but having just become an official member of the Liberation meant she hadn't had very many run ins with U.A.S soldiers as of yet. That didn't mean someone wouldn't recognize them as not quite belonging here though.

[Virrus Nero]

By the time Nero had sucked back half his cigarette he had also refilled the highball glass twice. The Rum had given him quite the buzz, a good strong drink that he could have at all night if he so pleased. If it weren't for a certain tingle he got in the back of his neck whenever someone he didn't want looking at him, which was most everyone, looked at him, his bar time would be quaint and uneventful. The buzz he attained did little to dull his battle-senses. His eyes had adjusted to the low-light of the bar, and his glances around the room picked up on a number of people dressed darkly, a few scattered around the main bar, and others hiding away at the booths. Something stood out to him, though. A group moving from a table to the booths, and taking a seat somewhat out of the way caught his attention. Two 'men' from what he could make out, and a 'woman', with a waitress, a strange composition in his opinion, some things didn't quite add up about them. The clothes of two in the party, one of the men and the woman, neither looked particularly civilian or like a serviceman on break. Nero went through possible explanations in his head as to why a party of three would hide away in a booth, while everyone else seemed quite fine either alone, or in pairs. He didn't make complete eye contact, in-fact he barely turned his head when he took short glances at the group to make out more details as the waitress left. Nero could almost feel the eyes of one, or all of them, looking him over at one point or another. He wasn't one-hundred-percent sure it was them, could've been everyone in the bar as far as he knew, looking him over. Nero's heart rate jumped up a bit, things were getting exciting in his opinion, he could start anything out of nothing if he so chose.

Experience dictated that if people didn't want to be seen, they would hide away in a booth. Maybe the one man was trying to sell the woman to the other man? They were negotiating a price? Nero mulled it over in his mind, taking a long swig from his freshly refilled glass and smacking it down on the table, wanting to attract some attention to himself, taking one more puff from his cigarette, exhaling a thick smog through his nostrils. The waitress had left the table, but didn't come back, no drinks for either of the two? He could tell one of the men was sitting there nicely with his drink, but the other two. Who comes to a bar, and doesn't drink? Experience further dictated that if they weren't drinking, they were out of place, and in his opinion, out of line. Nero wanted to order some hot wings before he started anything, but another glance revealed that one of them was definitely looking at him. He caught the woman looking away from him just as he took a peripheral glance back at their booth. Nero put out his now quarter cigarette into his drink, leaning forward onto the bar on his stool and turning his head completely so he could look directly at the people now mingling to themselves in the booth. He squinted his eyes and made out one of them, one of the men, was wearing shades -- indoors. Nero smirked to himself, and instantly thought the only explanation could be a drug addict, and easy prey if he wanted to cut into their little dealings in the back booth. In the dim light he could make out two of the three's faces, the man wearing shades and the woman, the other man sat in a darker corner of the booth, and was thus unidentifiable. Their faces weren't in any dossiers he had read back at HQ, so they weren't Liberation, or at least not on file. It didn't matter too much to Nero, though, the woman was interested in him for some reason, and not for his outlawish good looks. He kept his gaze fixed on the booth, waiting for them to speak more, as he would listen in as best he could from the distance that separated them, but mostly to watch their actions. He wanted to know what they would do when they noticed he was staring at them. Would they keep their cool? Or would they panic and give Nero an excuse to close the gap and begin interrogating them?

[trentsharpe]

"I can get you many things, but I need to know what you need. The greater the risk means you'll pay more, if you need my gun then your going to have to pay my standard fee per day." Trent replied as he scanned their images through the laptop he carried, and found nothing on them despite his best effort. So instead he decided to figure them out through these talks, if they had a need he could probably fill it. Taking a drink he stared at Sasuke and then shook his head, the guy could see fine if he followed him without bumping into anyone else. "I know your eyes are fine, but I don't really care why you wear those glasses. Lie to me again and you'll find this meeting is over, and I'll get the truth another way." His voice was now very serious as he cracked his knuckles, and then waited for an answer as to the nature of what they were after.

He kept an eye on Nero out of the corner of his eye, something didn't sit well with him and he could swear he'd seen this guy before in another outfit. Of course he could be paranoid, the UAS had never really interfered with the underground here because they also used them if they needed information. "Make it quick, I think we're being watched still. I'm not sure by who though, but my gut tells me it may not be good." He issued his advice as he seemed relaxed and sipping his drink, he would deal with their interloper after this and teach him a lesson business was business and the shadows took care of things so that nothing came into the light.

[Sasuke Uchiha]

"I can get you many things, but I need to know what you need. The greater the risk means you'll pay more, if you need my gun then your going to have to pay my standard fee per day." Tempest stated. Sasuke could see his attempt at scanning them. But his next statement told him that he didn't find anything on the two Liberation Members. "I know your eyes are fine, but I don't really care why you wear those glasses. Lie to me again and you'll find this meeting is over, and I'll get the truth another way."

Sasuke sat still. The fact the man figured that out didn't scare him. Oh well. "Very well then. What would you say if I asked for information on the U.A.S.'s current movements?" He knew that would give away the two as part of the Liberation, but this man was also a target. Sasuke left the shades on his eyes. Even though Trent had figured out his eyes were fine, he didn't want to reveal anything to anyone else.

"Make it quick, I think we're being watched still. I'm not sure by who though, but my gut tells me it may not be good." Trent advised. To bad Sasuke already knew that. He glanced at the man eying them keeping his head still on his hands, but the glasses kept his eyes hidden as he looked. The man was staring at them. Trying to intimidate are we? Hopefully Sam wouldn't panic and give them away. Sasuke leaned back, stretched out his arms and placed one behind her shoulders. He was keeping the couple look up and trying to reassure her not to blow it. They would be fine as long as she trusted him.

[samantha]

"Very well then. What would you say if I asked for information on the U.A.S.'s current movements?"

Apparently the jig was up, with this guy at least. He had figured out that they weren't your average couple in a bar anyways, the actual truth was probably the next thing to be figured out. Even so she continued chewing on her lower lip, keeping an eye on the U.A.S they saw.

That was of course, until he caught her. She looked away as quickly as she could, though she knew he saw her. It wasn't until a few seconds later that she could practically feel his eyes boring into them. She could hear the blood pounding in her ears, and wondering if the two around her could hear it too. She was still very much panicking, but trying to keep it inwardly.

" Keep calm Sammie" She told herself, forcing herself not to take a look behind her. the more she reacted the more suspicious it seemed. Sasuke reached around, placing an arm around her shoulders, reminding her of the part they were still playing. She wondered briefly if he could sense her anxiety. She drummed her fingers on the table as she tried to find an outlet. It didn't make too much noise as she didn't keep long nails like allot of girls.If she did they'd most likely break anyways.

In a break in the conversation, she leaned over towards Sasuke. " Do you really think its a good idea we stay here?' She whispered in his ear. She finally glanced side long at the soldier, before quickly bring them back to the other. She leaned away again, giggling, as if she had been merely flirting. Though her nervousness showed by the way it wavered.

[Virrus Nero]

Colonel Nero kept his gaze affixed on the party of three as they whispered amongst themselves. Inaudible, hushed murmurings that began to tear at Nero's mind. What were they talking about? Did they notice him staring yet? His heart rate made a steady climb, a side effect of his Chemical Aggression Enhancement, as well as being intoxicated. Slowly, his internal questions were being answered. While the ambiance of the bar was overpowering for the most part, Nero caught a very hushed phrase, one he had heard mumbled or whispered anywhere he went 'U.A.S.' was uttered. Not enough reason, yet, for him to confront, though enough reason for him to lean toward the booth. Someone knew who he was working for, the Rig Suit he was wearing was a dead giveaway, some Private Military boys boasted Rig Suits but not many. He couldn't pass himself off as a PMC operator anyway, there was an insignia on the shoulder pauldron of the Rig Suit that was only used by U.A.S. officers, not to denote rank, but rather to distinguish them from the regulars. He had to be sure, though, that they were completely out of place. Nero broke eye contact with them for a moment to wave over the barkeep, who came immediately. He affixed his gaze back at them just in time to catch the man in shades wrap an arm around the woman's shoulders. The barkeep asked what Nero wanted, but Nero merely lifted a hand, his index finger extended. He wanted a moment of silence from the man as he stared, the barkeep looking for a moment in the direction Nero stared, but saw nothing of immediate concern, and as such looked back at the Colonel as if he were acting very strange. The woman leaned toward the man who had put his arm around her, and almost immediately afterward started to giggle.. nervously. Either she didn't like the atmosphere, or there was something she really didn't like about being looked at by a U.A.S. member.

Nero smirked to himself, this was an opening to a very fun little game he would have with them. They didn't drink? What if the good Colonel sent them a drink, would they accept? The barkeep turned away from Nero for a moment, where at this point he finally broke his gaze at the trio and with his extended index finger, poked the barkeep in the back with some force. The barkeep nervously turned to face Nero, who had donned a twisted smirk. "See those three?" Nero asked, pointing in the general direction of the booth, to which the barkeep nodded slowly. "Bring 'em all a tray of shots, 151, and tell 'em it's from the good Colonel sittin' right here. Put it on my tab." Nero then turned away from the barkeep to continue his dark gaze at the booth. The barkeep took a few backward steps from the Colonel, shaking his head as he noticed that Nero was no longer looking at him, and got the waitress set up with a tray of two ounce shot glasses, which he poured all full of 151 Rum. Would they drink? Would they not? Either way they would fall a little deeper into the web Nero was beginning to weave.