The ductscraper bubbles on the bartop, looking downright acidic. He's only had two of them so far, and it's always as rough. But there's just something about the drink, maybe it's spiced with some drug that he's now addicted to?
Oh well. He takes a long sip. Terrible and strong as all hell. Drink in hand, Thomas waits a while. Occasionally he turns around to rescan the bar, but no dice.
After a while, the glass stands empty on the bartop, and Thomas' legs have just about fallen asleep from the high stool. He takes one last look around. Nothing.
"Well fuck..."
Looks like he'll have to take Will up on his offer. He nods at the barkeep, and walks on over to the exit. That employer sure did pull the wool over his eyes-
He suddenly bumps into someone just at the door, hitting his nose right on. The bump makes his PDA fall out of his trenchcoat, and onto the floor.
"Oh, sorry!"
Holding his sore nose, he takes a step back, and looks at the one responsible. It's a woman, with long purple hair in a ponytail behind her. She's about 21 years old, wearing some sort of west with some strange wires and tools poking out. Her right eye is cybernetic, but for some reason she's still wearing glasses.
Well, It's the possible employer he was supposed to meet.
She nervously picks up his PDA, and holds it out.
"I'm so sorry, I was looking at my datapad!"
Thomas takes the PDA, and puts it back in his trenchcoat.
"I'm fine, but weren't you supposed to meet me here an hour ago?"
She push up her glasses, and looks at Thomas' face a bit closer.
"Oh, it's you! Sorry, it's a bit dark in here. And sorry I'm late too, I got a bit sidetracked."
"Eh... It's alright. Let's just sit down and discuss this job you had for me."
They both walk over to an empty table, and sit down.
"So, miss..."
"Just call me Amy."
"Right, so what work do you have for me Amy?"
"Well, I was in need of some help. There's been some threats to me and my workshop... You did have basic combat experience?"
"Yeah, it sort of came with growing up in this lousy city. But exactly who's been threatening you, and why ask a simple man like me?"
"Oh it's not any corporation, don't worry about that. It's some smaller gang. And about going for you... Well, I don't exactly have enough to hire one of the big security companies..."
"Resonable I guess."
Thomas sighs. This job sure isn't what he expected. He had hoped for some sort of machine-operator job, or some sort of assembler. But it's either running security for this lone inventor, or doing dirt work for Will's gang.
Fuck it.
This seems a ton simpler. Pay won't be that great, but it sounds fairly simpler.
"Alright. I'll do it."