"So...who's the target?" synthetic smoke drifted up to encircle the terminal, flickering in the light cascading off it's holographic interface.
âEren Cecil. He's one of the CEO's of UGT, Unum Galactic Transport. It's-"
"One of the biggest trading companies based out of Sol," she supplied drily. "I know," eyes flickering disinterestedly over the console. "What's the code?"
"You're calling me in for observation?" she asked, her voice hovering on the cusp of amusement. "Little below my paygrade, isn't it?"
"Green until pickup, Agent Armali,"
"So I'm a babysitter now, too?"
"Cerberus may be involved; expect casualties and gunfire during pickup,"
"Well, why didn't you say so?" Her lips split into a wide smile. "When do I start?"
Liani glanced around the theater, a soft, slightly enticing smile hovering on the edges of her mouth. This would be easy, she thought. A little watching before a swift pickup; hopefully a few errant threads of gossip would make this whole thing worthwhile.
Though she complained (often and loudly) she didn't actually mind working for the Broker. The benefits were definitely worth it; her weapons locker, not to mention her wardrobe, were proof enough of that. Speaking of which, she'd been in such a hurry to make it in time to mingle she'd forgotten to examine her newest ensemble before she'd put it on.
Luckily, slipping from the chill of the outdoors and into the dry warmth of the amphitheater gave her more than enough time to cast a lingering glance downward, sharp eyes taking in the contours of her chosen attire. In typical asari fashion, more cerulean skin met her eyes than magenta lycra; still, the way that neither the short top nor floor length skirt attempted to stop before exposing the well-toned muscles of her abdomen had already caught a few eyes and that, in and of itself, meant it served its purpose.Â
She pulled the shimmering iridescent shawl from around her shoulders, letting it pull in the crook of her elbows as she turned her smile on the bartender; she found her next target, a well known associate of Eren Cecil, with a glass of Thessian Red in her hand.
Sipping idly at her wine as she took the proffered seat to his right, she resisted the urge to shiver pleasantly as the cool metal of her Scorpion pressed tight against her inner thigh through the gaps the leather straps of her trousers provided.Though, with the way everyone's eyes had trouble deciding whether or not to focus on her cleavage, the curve of her stomach, or the skin of her legs - exposed nearly to the waist when the dual slits in her loincloth skirt parted - she couldn't help the way her smile widened to reveal white teeth and an eager tongue; she always had been a bit of an exhibitionist.
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