Entry tags:

arcade, miss locke

Who: Miss Locke
When: Thursday, October 25th, 2007
Where: An undisclosed restaurant
What: The past comes back to haunt?
Status: Complete
Rating: G

"The first thing you should know is that my employer just doesn't offer his services to anyone, Mister Midorikawa.", began the petite woman as she slowly folded her hands together. Locke's face remained impartial to the entire situation as always for her. Tonight she was dressed in an exotic blue satin dress which perfectly clung to her curvaceous figure. She leaned forward across the table and seeped with the kind of cold gaze more in line with the psychiatric ward then with a vixen at a dinner party.

Yet, this was the disguise and the agreed meeting location. She was seated at a table in a luxirious resturant with a very disgruntled looking Japanese man who looked to be about in his fifties and who had the most peculiar burn scar across his face. Locke noted that Midorikawa certainly had the look of a business man.

He grunted as her words sunk in. "IS the money not enough?", he questioned, with the tone of a man used to getting what he wants. "No, it's not. But, that's not the only issue. I'm afraid your hit is not enough. My employer only offers what meets his fancy. And he does not..." Midorikawa looked as though he couldn't believe his ears. That was fine with Locke, denial was something she saw all to well in her business.

She watched as the Mafia headman downed his sake. She hadn't touched hers. "A UN Ambassador is not enough?!" He wheezed out as he eyed the impartial beauty across from him. "No, it's not." She spoke again. Annoyance clear in her crisp tone. She was finished with this. IT was unprofessional to linger when she had other matters to attend. "Look Mister Midorikawa, I'm sorry but I'm afraid my employer is completely booked solid. Nothing at all open. So if you don't mind I'll be cutting this short."

Standing up, she turned and was about to leave when the foreigner spoke again. This time with a hint of passion in his voice. "What if I were to tell you, that the other two targets were special?" He breathed. "Special how?" She replied, eyeing the desperation in his tone. He really wanted someone dead. "Special as in Mutants." Locke instantly turned and opened a small note pad.

Midorikawa snapped a finger, and a servant quickly walked over and laid an open folder before Locke. She gazed down at the photos of what looked like an oreiential Mob hit man and a schoolgirl. "Shiro and Leyu Yoshida, I think our schedule has just opened up."