Pier to Pier dealings [locked for kirill_72 and for Alex and Evan to comment]

[aeon_flux69]

Curtains fall. The stage becomes empty. Only the crew left behind is there to clean up. Working like little ants to prepare for the next scene of an all new play. Building new sets. New wardrobe presented, new lines to be spoken. It is similar to what life was. A dramatic play with ups and down being played out. Aeon Flux's life was not all that

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[kirill_72]

Kirill arrived a little ahead of time, wearing non-descript browns and enough arms and ammo for action. Expression impassive as always, the gleam in his eye nonetheless betrayed his pleasure at working once again.

[aeon_flux69]

Aeon did not look back when Kirill approached. She remained where she was at. The contacts in her eyes feeding her information. "Night vision," She spoke quietly and the contacts switched. "Thermal," She repeated again then stood. Something wasn't right. It was making her frown.

She drew in a breath, "Normal," then turned her head back. "The boat just docked. Looks like the usual thugs. Five gathered." Her voice was professional, spoken low. "Three should be coming off. Let's get inside." She turned to him finally, looking him over before stepping back to the edge. "See you below." She drew her gun, clipped a grappler to the muzzle then flipped backwards. Her body twisted, firing silently and swung down, landing upon the ground in a crouch.

[kirill_72]

Kirill slid down the grapple, hitting one of the men, clipping another, following up with a kill shot. He landed by Aeon and automatically moved to cover her.

[aeon_flux69]

Aeon took the man out that Kirill clipped, slashing his throat in silence. She shoved the knife back in her boot, moving along the building as she made her way toward the gathering. Stopping for a moment, she thought she saw movement.

The transaction was happening. A small package was produced. One man could be heard, "That's it? All this for this little box?" He sounded pissed.

Aeon stepped out into the light, "You should have done more," she spoke shooting one man right between the eyes as she was walking forward. However her body was spun around. She looked down at her arm, blood seeping out. Where did that come from?