WHO: Digger and Twitch WHEN: Monday afternoon WHERE: Cafe Zzyyxx WHAT: Exchange of sorts WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Incomplete
When the 'good officer' Digger called, The Five typically answered. It was usually because he had information or goods to exchange for credits. However, The Five couldn't risk doing the exchange themselves. Some of their own members didn't know their faces, and others if they did it wasn't as a Five, it was as their own moniker. So, when Digger called, an intermediary was picked. Someone different almost every time. This time, it was Twitch who had drawn the short straw.
Constance, aka Twitch, hated being an 'errand girl'. She had much more important things she could be doing- well not really, but they were more important to her. But there she was, sitting in the Cafe that fronted The Wire HQ. She wore a bright blue wig with purple underlights, a purple tanktop with a purple panda hoodie and unique pair of shorts with garters holding up what looked like the bottom of a full set of pants. Her outfit was rounded out with a pair of boots with a flourished white accent over the black leather and a pair of blue sunglasses that were wired for AR.
As she waited for her meeting she was jacked into the net through one of the datajacks behind her ear. Her tablet acting as her point of origin. As her mind navigated the online mall, a small screen popped up on her HUD. Facial recognition from her AR glasses had picked up a man and the camera showed him entering the Cafe. With a sigh, Twitch logged out of the net and reached back to unplug her datajack as she nodded to the barista who directed the officer to her table.
Twitch slipped her jack into her pocket and reached down to take a sip of her coffee. She'd let it sit for a while, it was lukewarm, but it was better than burning her tongue without realizing it. While some envied her lack of ability to feel pain, Constance knew it for the curse that needed constant attention. "Hey." She chirped, beaming a smile at the dark haired man as he approached. "Scone?" She offered, sliding a plate across the table.