[locked to the-brat-sister]

[pink_is_thenew]

The ground here is made of concrete and spreads out for miles. There are hills and valleys, sure, but it's all the same dull, tan surface. Trees grow erratically up out of the cracks-- crooked, dwarfed. None of them are taller than five feet. None of them are close together

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[the_brat_sister]

After a moment, about a hundred feet or so away, there's the sound of a portal opening - and a rather pretty young man in dark jacket and a baseball cap sidles through, carrying a duffle bag slung ungracefully over his shoulder. "Feck," he grunts in a heavy Gaelic accent, shoving Pinpoint back in pocket and straightening his jacket slightly. "G'damned alleys."

He looks up and then approaches the other man lazily - though not unarmed, as he too has a concealed gun, discreetly tucked in a holster at the small of his back. And if karma is kind to him today, it will stay there.

[pink_is_thenew]

He raises his eyes.

"Hey," he says, voice firm but unchallenging. "You're the guy I'm supposed to meet?"

[the_brat_sister]

"S'what t'boss said," the young man replies casually, stopping about ten feet away in order to pull the duffle off of his body and let it collapse to the ground. "This be y'rs, I'm told." He kicks the duffle about five feet from him, for the other man to inspect as he likes.

[pink_is_thenew]

Carefully, he approaches the duffel bag. With his right leg, he nudges it open. He doesn't feel like taking his eyes off the man for too long, and kneeling down is simply out of the question. He's never dealt with such a big trade-off before, and like hell he's screwing up now.