Sharn, the city of towers. A city of total chaos, the only place an aspiring sky pirate could happily call home. Said pirate, however, was at the moment asleep. Nevermind that it was three o' clock in the afternoon, she'd been at a New Year party last night, and said party had not really stopped until well into the small hours of the morning. She hadn't gotten back to the ship until sunrise. It'd play hell with her sleep schedule, but she didn't have any work until the following day, and she'd have plenty of time to fix her sleeping schedule.
She was jolted awake, however, by the sound of her commlink going off. Suddenly jolting upright in bed turned out to not be the best idea, as she promptly hit her head on the ceiling of the small 'nook' containing her bed. What resulted from this was an explosive volley of swears that would make most airmen blush. Stumbling from her bed, Susan made her way to the commlink where it had been discarded, checking the message... "Mobius Strip... Well, if they're paying..."
It was at this moment that somebody chose to knock on the door. Rose was forced to scramble to gather her clothes together, hastily dressing herself before answering. "
Who the hell- oh. Good morning, Detective..."
Detective Heath Abrams, the continual thorn in her side. "Morning, Captain Enfield? It's three in the afternoon. I am here to perform a random inspection on behalf of House Lyrandar. I trust that you will not object to our coming aboard to perform our inspection?" He jerked a thumb towards a much-younger assistant, who smiled and waved.
Rose sighed. "
Object? Me? No, not at all... Provided you have a warrant, I'd have no objections to you coming aboard my ship and rummaging through my things... again."
Wordlessly, Abrams punched a few buttons on his commlink, sending a copy of the warrant to her own. Satisfied, she had no choice but to step aside and allow the duo to enter. The aide showed her a screen, showing the official blueprints of the Lucky Break, along with all official information including her last five cargo manifests. "Can you confirm that this information is up to date and correct, Captain Enfield?"
Rose simply nodded, keeping an eye on the Detective... "
That seems like it's in order, Detective. Have a look around, why don't you... Coffee?"
Abrams scowled for a moment, his voice lowering. "Are you trying to
bribe me, Captain?" There was a very tense silence in the few moments following this question, before he suddenly burst into laughter. The poor aide, not quite knowing how to respond, joined in, laughing somewhat awkwardly along with his superior, before Abrams suddenly cut off, leaving his aide laughing quite awkwardly alone. "Thank you, Captain, but I'm afraid we'll have to take a rain check. Lots of inspections to do today, beginning of the year and all."
Rose gave a weak sort of chuckle, at that, before turning towards her 'kitchen'. "Right then. You know your way around, I'm going to make some coffee."
Abrams nodded, and walked off into the storage areas. Apparently finding nothing untoward, he emerged a minute later, his frown somehow even more unhappy-looking. Rose narrowed her eyes, catching the way the Detective's eyes scanned across the room*.
Is he... taking measurements? Why the hell...** "
Well Detective, unless you found the fridge with the dead elven escort in it, I take it you're done for the day?"
The aide laughed, but one look at his superior's face made him stop. Abrams now sported a scowl so intense it almost seemed as though he was trying to glare the paint off the wall. He spared a glance to Rose, but sidled over to the fridge, opening and checking it, just in case, apparently. Satisfied, he closed it, and walked purposefully towards the door. "That will be all, Captain. Have a nice day."
Rose drew breath again when the door closed, and she saw the damned detective leave the dock. "
Fucking... He's obsessed, I know he is... It's fine, can't prove anything..."
She grumbled to herself, glancing at the pot of coffee she had brewing. Likely, she'd need the whole pot.
~~~
It was later that evening that she sat down at her desk, booting up her commlink... Time to go to work. Her profile switched over to the one belonging to Rose Walker, and in an instant, Susan Enfield was gone. Her passcode was inputted, and the bar, entered, her avatar making a beeline for the Green Room. "
Here we go, boys... Better have some good loot heading my way."
- Spoiler:
*Perception:
2, 4, 5, 5, 3, 6, 5, 6, 4
5 hits on 9 dice
**Judge Intent:
4, 3, 4, 4, 1, 2, 2, 3, 2, 2
0 hits on 10 dice
Spending Edge, re-rolling
3, 4, 2, 5, 5, 6, 1, 5, 3, 5
5 hits on 10 dice
Edge: 2/3