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Thread: Neon Shadows.  (Alpha and Touch Of Temperament)

Max looked up at the woman who approched, taking the time to appreciate what he saw of her, his eyes following the curves framed by the simple yet someone elligant sundress she wore. He suddenly became very aware that his body had been pumping certian chemicals and hormones through his system the entire time he had been under and was reacting to the presence of a gorgeous woman. If there hadn't been a table between them he may have been embarrassed, but he had work to do here, with any luck it would be over with quickly and he'd get a chance to enjoy the luxury accommodations in the company of this bombshell for a few days before the company decided to whisk him off somewhere else. The Company. It was the same term that little bottom feeder had used back in the prison, he didn't care for it at all, made it sound like they where doing something for someone worthwhile, not some greedy corporate shill. Or at least as he understood the modern political landscape he was working to better corporate interests, not the betterment of some downtrodden group of farmers or some other shit like that. Ideals where something for other people to worry about, Max Archer had always dealt in cold hard cash. The pleasent huskiness of her vocie sent a shiver down his spine, those excess hormones doing their damnedest to derail his train of thought. A cold shower. He would need a cold shower after this meeting. Deltaware certainly has impressive human resources. He replied as he brought his glass to lips, noticing as his HUD began to flash chemical information across the display before showing a green notification that declaired it was safe to drink. Hopefully your as good at your job as you looks.
Thread: Neon Shadows.  (Alpha and Touch Of Temperament)

One perfectly shaped eyebrow lifted at his remark. A smile curved over her lips and she leaned back in her seat, glancing at him sideways. Oh trust me, I'm better. There was no vanity or cockiness in her remark. She'd said it as if stating a fact. Niamh was absolutely serious about it too. She was a lot less delicate than she looked. This job was her life and she enjoyed being good at it. Everything she had done in the past years had been done to make herself the best possible agent Deltaware had. Being smaller than most agents, she had to be stronger, faster, smarter, prettier than anyone else on the job. It took discipline, dedication and money for biological augmentations. It was not about Deltaware, it never had been. But it was about the job, the thrill, the adventure, the adrenaline. Her blue eyes studied him again. She liked him, he knew how to play the game. He was ridiculously handsome for someone who'd been on ice for who knows how long and she hadn't missed him checking her out either. Her body leaned forward again, as she held out her hand. I'm Niamh. Though on this planet I go by Ms. Nina Jones. Now, that we are properly introduced, tell me about you. I have not nearly enough data about you. A fact that irked her immensely. She'd been unable prepare for him. After the death of her last partner, she preferred to operate alone. Not that she minded working in a team. But being a team required two vital things in her opinion, knowing what to expect of the other and trust. She had neither yet in him, and they would have to catch up quickly. There would be a party at the Quint resort the next day. She could get them both in. It would be their first opportunity to snoop around. They would have to make a gameplan first. But that could wait until after dinner, in a more secure and private setting.
Thread: Neon Shadows.  (Alpha and Touch Of Temperament)

She didn't lack for confidence that much was abundantly clear to Max. Whether that confidence was earned or just miss-placed arrogance was yet to be seen. But for the time being he decided working with her wouldn't be so bad, not like he had a choice in the matter. For a moment he simply watched her, eyes the colour of a TV tuned to a dead channel meeting her blue ones as he wondered if she knew about the bomb in his skull and would be the one to set it off if he made a misstep. He quickly stamped those thoughts down knowing that if he let them take root he'd never be able to trust her, and if there wasn't some level of trust there was no way this would work. Absentmindedly he swirled the contense of his glass around before reaching for her offered hand, her skin smooth and soft against his calloused palms sent a jolt of electricity up his spine, Max Archer. He introduced himself. He wasn't interested in handing out whatever fake name it was they had plastered on his travel documents, it had served its purpose getting him around so for the time being he'd put it out of his mind. Not much to tell. I do what they say or the blow up my skull.
Thread: Neon Shadows.  (Alpha and Touch Of Temperament)

Niamh's eyes widened for a fraction, before she controlled her reaction to his statement. She pursed her lips gently as she considered him. She knew what he was talking about. To ensure the compliance of their new acquisition, the company had taken no chances. He was after all a convicted felon. So as they dangled the carot of freedom in front of him, the stick was the implant in his skull. Not a practice she personally agreed with, especially as she now was confronted with it. She had never had this kind of measures used against her. Of course they hadn't needed to with her, she'd enrolled in Deltaware's recruitment program at seventeen all too willing to take what they were offering. She could practically taste the anger in the air, even as he kept it in check. He would be unpredictable in the field. A man with nothing to lose. Her sympathy wouldn't do him any good and she didn't think he'd accept it. She didn't control the trigger, although she was linked with the person who did, a safety precaution. We are on a tropical island inhabited by the rich and powerful. Tomorrow we will attend one of their parties and try some BE. You are here, you might as well make the most of it. Her index finger traced the rim of her glass slowly. She glanced at him from under her eyelashes and her lips curved into a smile. This will be fun. She sent her information to his HUD so that he could get up to speed. They might as well get to business. Niamh rose from her seat. Let's continue this upstairs. We can have dinner sent up.
Thread: Neon Shadows.  (Alpha and Touch Of Temperament)

The indentured servitude that had been hoisted upon him sat wrong with Max for more than a few reasons, the biggest one being less a matter of the bomb nested in his grey matter and more of a matter of ethics. Wars had been fought more than once during the course of human history to abolish slavery and here they where in the 36th century where humanity had spread out to inhabit countless worlds and live amoung alien races, and some rat bastard had figured out a loophole to make slavery legal again. He had to stop and wonder about the locals working the resort, where they willing employees of this place? Or where they chained to it against their will? He made a mental note to investigate that further, a disgruntled local populace was always useful, he'd destabilized enough governments to know how effective a distraction they could be. Well, making the most of it right now would mean enjoying all the things I haven't been able to enjoy for the last hundred and twenty five years. He said with a slight suggestive smirk on his face as he took another sip from his glass. Are we going to your place or mine? He asked as he drained the last of his glass before standing and offering her his arm in a manner that seemed fitting of someplace so high class.
Thread: Neon Shadows.  (Alpha and Touch Of Temperament)

Like I said.. This one will be fun. A single eyebrow lifted at his flirty remark and she didn't hide her amusement. He would be fun. Do you have a list? Her face cocked slightly to the side, her tone light and playful. Her hand slid into the crook of his arm as he offered it. She could feel the powerful muscle of his biceps. His bodyheat seemed to radiate through the fabric of her dress. Together they made their way to the elevator. Mine. I've got our kit and intel. Though I've already sent you most of it. As they walked, she pondered what he said. A hundred and twentyfive years. A long time to be under. Everything and everyone he'd known was gone by now. That might either be devastating or liberating. Thinking on that, her eyes scanned the room out of habit. Her hud alerted her to something the face recognition software picked up. If the reading was correct, she'd just sighted the president of one of Deltaware's suppliers. She needed to be sure and needed a better look. Slowing down, she turned into Max. Her face tilted up to his. Play along. She breathed, her hand cupped his cheek and she brushed her lips against his, before glancing away shyly. To any onlooker, they seemed like two lovers. But it gave her the opportunity to look at her target and confirm. It could be pure coincidence for the supplier to be here. But she didn't really believe in those.
Thread: Neon Shadows.  (Alpha and Touch Of Temperament)

Do you want that alphabetically or in order of importance? He replied with a chuckle before striding away from the table with her on his arm. Her warmth was liberating, refreshing, feeling it for the first time in so damned long it was like he was feeling it again for the first time, and he did his best not to loose himself in the sensation of human contact he had been deprived of for so long. Max let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding, suddenly becoming hyper aware of his body's every moment, the shifting of muscles under the skin, the raise and fall of his chest with each breath. It was a strange feeling, like for the last day and a half he hadn't truly setteled into his own skin again. This sudden hyper awareness was invigorating, sounds suddenly seemed sharper, colours brighter, even the air-conditioning on his skin felt colder. Something pinged on his HUD, something he didn't quite catch. Something from the Intel dump Niamh had given him. He didn't have time to think too hard on it because next thing he knew he was tasting her lips, soft and sweet and the hormones started boiling up in his blood again. He caught her quickly, returning the quick kiss, wanting to try and savor that feeling again. Planning something other than dinner when we get upstairs? His HUD pinged again, a quick flash of Intel, a profile on a Deltaware employee, a supplier for the company and he followed her gaze to find the man highlighted in the crowd, Friend of yours?
Thread: Neon Shadows.  (Alpha and Touch Of Temperament)

Work before play, Max. Niamh wrenched her gaze back to Max, she didn't want the supplier to notice them. Staring at someone would be a bad way to go about that. So, she turned her back on the man and focused all her attention back on Max. The sultry smile she wore wasn't completely manufactured. It had felt a little too good to be kissing him. She would have to do it again. It hadn't escaped her notice that he'd liked it too. He'd returned the kiss and there was a hunger in his eyes that had nothing to do with food. In that moment she decided to something about that before they had to leave this planet. Her hand was on his chest and she was still leaning into his body, her eyes on his lips. She liked the way he felt, all strength and power. Her whispered words were all business though. He's not supposed to be here. It may be nothing, a simple coincidence. Her voice trailed off. I wasn't made aware beforehand that he'd be here. I think it's suspicious. Something we'll have to look into. She had to be careful in keeping up the illusion she'd created, but he made it very easy for her. Let's get out of here. Her hand trailed down his arm, to clasp his hand.
Thread: Neon Shadows.  (Alpha and Touch Of Temperament)

The way she pressed into him was almost torture she just felt so good, so warm and soft and it took almost every ounce of self control for him not to loose himself in the moment. He had to keep his head in the game, keep his focus, there was work to do and of he wanted the bomb out of his head needed to do get it done. He sucked a breath through gritted teeth, forcing his thoughts away from Niamah and her spectacular body, away from the generous swell of her breasts crushed against his chest and the smooth feeling of his skin against his palms. He glanced past her towards the supplier, keeping her between them to try and watch the man's movements, he didn't seem to be trying to hide at all, not any kind of nervousness or anxiety in his body language that Max could pick up on. HUD or no HUD he had learned to read people a lifetime ago, considering it a nessessary skill in his line of work. Maybe he was sent to covertly keep an eye on us. Keep an eye on me. After all I'm the one who's an expendable asset to them. He allowed her to grasp his hand, fingers intertwining with hers and took the lead as he lead her towards the elevator bank with their frosted crystal doors and gold fittings, the kind of opulent designs that screamed that this place was meant for the elite.
Thread: Neon Shadows.  (Alpha and Touch Of Temperament)

This whole hotel was built in the way of old world extravagance, and it worked in the luxurious setting of this planet. Although the locals might think differently about that one. Niamh enjoyed the class and luxury of their setting. Definitely not every mission she went on, had her working in these circumstances. It was much better than some frozen backwater planet that never caught enough sun. Her eyes studied her surroundings, while she considered Max' theory. She didn't like the idea of someone keeping an eye on them. She had done nothing to warrant that. And it didn't make sense to her, but she wasn't going to dismiss it right out of hand. The man hadn't been observing them, she would have noticed if he had. It was more likely he was vacationing here and someone failed to notify her. Besides how was a supplier supposed to keep an eye on two trained corporate spies. The elevator opened to let them in and thankfully, they had it to themselves. As the doors closed she turned to Max and released his hand. Maybe. But if so, I should have been notified. Besides, I'm one of their top agents and I don't need any help keeping an eye on you. She flashed him a grin, eyes sparking. I can take care of you just fine by myself. Still she was going to keep an eye on that man. Even if it was a coincidence, she didn't want him messing up their operation. It wasn't called paranoia in their line of work. It was being prepared for contingencies. She was thoughtful as she traced her lower lip with her index finger. Back to the plan. So dinner first. And then I'll give you some time to go over the information I sent you. We need to prepare for that party tomorrow.
Thread: Neon Shadows.  (Alpha and Touch Of Temperament)

The elevator soared upwards, lifting them away from the ground. Expense and elevation where two things that always seemed to go hand in hand, the higher from the ground you where, the more expensive things got, there was a metaphor in that for the way the wealthy and elite viewed themselves in comparison to everyone else. There was an ingrained dislike Max had for the elite of soceity, he had spent more than his share of time around them, largely wile on someone's payroll and developed a disdian for their way of life and way of thinking even if the money had been good. It had been one of those jobs that had lead to his incarnation in the cryo prison. Food sounded refreshing, wile another hunger was stirred up in him he could ignore it for the being. Actual hunger, that was something he needed to deal with. And for the first time since he had woken up he realized he hadn't eaten anything, a little light snacking in the bar on the crusier, but not an actual full meal. I'm sure you'd be able to take care of me just fine. He said with a wink, though the last woman I was with insisted that there was just too much and she needed help. He was sure of it now he'd need a cold shower later. So food, intel, and you mentioned gear. Other than clothes I wasn't provided much before I left, I'm starting to feel naked walking around a possibly hostile environment without a gun. Gonna be able to help with that.
Thread: Neon Shadows.  (Alpha and Touch Of Temperament)

Her chin dipped as he flirted with her and she shot him an amused look through her eyelashes. Sounds like she was unprepared. The elevator dinged to indicate they were at the right floor. Niamh turned to the doors as they opened. Flipping her hair back, so she could look at him over her shoulder, she added softly. I am never unprepared. She strode into the hallway, leading the way to her room. Coming to a halt at a door the far end of the hallway, she opened the door with the identity chip in her arm. It wasn't her personal identity chip, but the one she used for work. This one contained the identity she was using on this planet. The door swung and she went in, surprising herself by the fact that she trusted him at her back. That was a promising start to their partnership. No worries Max, I've got the fun stuff. Inside he found a room much like his own, except she had travelled with quite a bit of extra luggage. Niamh handed him the room service menu and told him to order for the both of them, while she busied herself with opening a pair of cases. Inside the first were several guns stun guns and blasters in different sizes. In the second case was an arrangement of other fun gadgets. Bracelets and watches that generated shields that could, to some extent, deflect stuns and energy bolts. Knives, garrotes, and other weapons. She'd brought enough to arm a whole team. Have your pick. She told him with a flourish of her hand.
Thread: Neon Shadows.  (Alpha and Touch Of Temperament)

The menu was extensive but he kept things basic, a burger, medium rare with a side of fries and a cold beer, the perfect meal on a hot night in his mind and after several moments of consideration decided to order a second one. No sense in faffing around trying to over complicate food when he hadn't really eaten anything in over a hundred years. It was a odd notion to think on, that for the last century he'd been hooked up to machines that kept him alive and providing what nutrition his body needed wile he under. It gave him a different aprication for things like food and drink, knowing that humanity had advanced to the point where they could easily survive without food but chose to continue refining the art that came with prepping it. The weapon cases laid out drew his attention and he drifted over to where Nimah had busied herself, taking a moment to admire the view and her shapely rear end as he did, Should be a crime to sit on something so pretty. He muttered under his breath, just loud enough so that he knew she'd hear him. The tools of the trade had changed since he had been away, his HUD quickly scanned and provided readouts on the unfamiliar, giving him enough of an idea of what would and would be useful based on his experience. The guns on the other hand where something he knew, point and shoot, tech could change as much as it wanted but at the end of the day the science of firing small peices of metal at high speeds into people would always be the same. Max selected a pistol from the case and as he lifted it a progress bar flashed across his HUD before a notification sync complete flared and a targeting reticle appeared in the middle of his field of vison. Down in the corner a small notification pulsed red, No Magazine present. Max blinked several times, The hell.... He muttered as he set the weapon back down, the display clearing.
Thread: Neon Shadows.  (Alpha and Touch Of Temperament)

Niamh chuckled softly, arching her back a little deeper. A move that pulled her dress even tighter over her ass, meant to give him an even better view. I don't just sit on it, you know. Straightening up, she turned to look at Max. Her hands resting on her hips as she watched him go over the weaponry. She didn't know him yet, but what he selected from her little arsenal would give her a little more information. Personally she had a thing for technological gadget, tools that appeared to be some harmless thing, but in truth were rather something else. Whenever she visited their head offices, she'd make sure to go by their RD department. Flirt or annoy the researchers until they let her try another new toy. Whatever Deltaware developed, the corporate warfare branch had it at their disposal. His wonder and surprise at some of thing she'd brought amused her. he was obviously most at ease with the guns. He handled one like he knew what to do with it, which was a comforting thought. She decided to let him browse for a bit and turned away to take off her shoes. As comfortable as she was in heels and a dress, she wanted to change into something a bit more casual. She was about to slip into the bathroom to change, her arm already twisting to her back to undo her zipper when she heared his soft curse. She looked up. You alright over there? Frowning a little she stepped back towards him, picking up the gun he'd been holding. Her HUD synced with it without trouble. She couldn't find anything wrong with it. What's wrong?
Thread: Neon Shadows.  (Alpha and Touch Of Temperament)

Max blinked several times before hefting the peice up again. There was no progress bar this time but the same red notification pulsed in the corrner of his display and the reticle sprung to life. He tilted his head to one side and raised the weapon, watching the cursor trace back and forth as he swept it back and forth before setting it down. His hand hovered above several other peices before coming to rest on a submachine, the progress bar quickly sprung to life before he lifted the weapon, once again getting the same ammo notification. Apparently gun tech had changed wile he'd been under, if this was going to be a change he thought was for the better, he wouldn't know until the time came. He settled the SMG back into place and picked up the pistol again, Do you also get that thing where the HUD is displaying info on any gun you pick up or is that just me? He didn't wait for a response, instead setting the pistol aside and lifting a three inch knife from the case that the HUD quickly detemrined was coated with some kind of nurotoxin. It was amazing how much time and effort the human race put into figuring out new and creative ways to kill each other. Once it had been rocks and sticks, now it is fast acting nerotoxins and guns that linked to someone's brain. Killing didn't need to be complicated, it just needed to happen. So what's this party tomorrow you mentioned? We going to go rub elbows with the rich and powerful?