Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Leela

Ryven glanced across the table to the younger woman, her hair short and dyed red and black.  Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses similar to his own.  She was a Sebiestor woman of about 30.  He had known her for well over a decade.  She was one of his favorite informants.  Things were now different, however.  This was the first time he had ever seen her in person, and he found himself suddenly very attracted to her.  She had a certain vibrance about her, and a no-nonsense look in her eyes.  He found himself wanting nothing more than to keep the conversation going as long as possible. 
"So, Leela, what you're saying is, you need my help?"
Her eye line softened. "Yes.  That's what I've been getting at for the past ten minutes."
She had a problem.  Her father was a rather wealthy man, by Republic standards.  He had placed his daughter on house arrest for the past month or so, but she finally managed to escape.  However, she couldn't stay away for long, since she knew he would come looking for her and had far more resources than she did.
"So, what do you need me to do?"
She sat there silently for a few moments before finally responding. "I need you to kick my father's ass.  I need you to beat the shit out of him so bad he figures out he can't control me anymore."
Ryven responded. "I think I know a few ways we can accomplish this." He took a drag of his cigarette. "First, I'll handle your father."
She looked at him curiously. "Secondly?"
"Secondly, I know a way to keep him off your shit forever."
"Anything else?"
"We need to talk payment."
"Okay, what's it going to cost me?"
He grinned widely. "How about a date?"

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