Edge woke up late in the afternoon after a deep slumber, checking the clock on his bedside table he saw that today was the day that he was to meet the rest of the group of runners in the Dragon's Lair.
Oh joy, meeting up with those freaks again. Oh joy. Furball better behave himself...
He got up from his bed, looking as bedraggled as ever, his hair and personal hygiene sorely in need of some attention. He meandered over to the kitchen and poured himself a bowl of some kid's brand of cereal, whatever it was it had marshmallows. He opened a can of food and emptied the contents into Honey's bowl, hoping that would tide her over for the rest of the night, as he probably wouldn't be back anytime soon. Edge had a shower, brushed his teeth, styled his hair, and had a glass of bourbon. He pondered to himself whether this job would be the one that finally rose him above the cesspool of mediocrity he currently found himself stuck in.
He had spent the last couple of days generally lounging about, keeping to himself. He had never been the type that prepared intensely for a job, plotting meticulously. He preferred to sit in the background and let things happen for themselves, without need for intervention.
He had done some things however, paying a visit to Merchant to ensure he was fully stocked on his supply of throwing knives, replacing those he had lost in the fight against that elf, as well as ensuring that those Nurikens he bought off him weren't faulty, Merchant wasn't above ripping anybody off regardless of who it was. He had also managed to haggle a decent price for a set of Narcoject Darts, no pistol mind you, just the darts.
Satisfied that he was fully armed and dangerous, Edge had set about practising his parkour, just to check that he wasn't rusty, there was no way he was going to get caught if things all went sour, and there was no way he was going to slip up. He was going to get those Nuyen no matter what.
Shit... gonna be late again he thought as he caught the ledge of an Chinese restaurant.
Edge slid down a ladder from a building adjacent, getting his hands covered in a mixture of rust and grime, lucky not to graze himself. Lucky, because if he got tetanus he didn't exactly have health care, being without a SIN, there was no legitimate establishment that was going to accept his possibly bullet-ridden ass, he had to be more careful in the future. But then again, there was always a couple of back alley doctors that he could rely on, they weren't particularly shady, they had just been disgraced from their jobs and couldn't be re-employed.
He entered the Dragon's Lair, walking straight past the Troll bouncers that were at the door without even an ounce of hesitation, they were here for a reason, whoever was behind the scenes knew they were obviously going to be packing a lot of heat, there was no need to frisk them.
The bar itself was a seedy hole, the kind that housed general lowlifes looking for a faux asian excursion, filled with copious amounts of tacky gems and motifs to reinforce the cliche theme.
Once in, one particularly nasty looking troll with a large nose ring directed him to a long table where some of the others were already sat, already busy exchanging pleasantries. He ignored the immediate gesture, instead choosing to take the time to clean up his hands, before wandering over to the table.
"You all have received my message regarding NeoNET's security, I hope?"
"I'm well enough. Managed to get some weapons available, curtsey of Drebin, along with potentially those communications device that someone was talking about the other day. Some information regarding the compound, but I'll let those assigned to that task speak first on the matter. That and some modifications to my armour, along with some personal issues regarding some friends back in Toronto."
"Well, that's good, because I've gotten some pretty good info on our building's guard schedule. When everyone gets here, I'll tell.
"Well this is a lovely way to spend an evening isn't it?" Edge said as he took a seat the seat at the right of Wulf, before putting his feet up on the table and sticking a stick of gum into his mouth.
"Everything I've heard so far sounds good, don't let me interrupt you."
Taking out a balisong from his waist, he began to clean his fingernails with the blade, there was once again no point to making no effort to conceal his weapons, they all knew each other. And plus, that dirt was still stuck under there.
He looked across the table at the man sat across from him, he was the one who had complimented him at the Club Raven on his use of parkour, Sebastian. People seemed to be talking about him being some kind of assassin, some cultist, pseudo-religious order no doubt. Oh well, might as well try to make some friends.
"Hello, I remember you, the assassin guy right? I never had much of a chance to introduce myself properly last time before I was rudely interrupted..."
He motioned with his eyes to indicate that he was talking about Wulf, making sure he spoke loud and clear enough so that the elf could hear.
"Anyway, as I said before, the name's Edge, I look forward to working with you"
He took his legs down from the table and leaned forward to extend his empty hand across the woodwork, still holding onto his knife in the other out of habit.
