Isolated System | Nick + Prudence
"Yes, I understand..." Prudence sighed, hanging up the telephone and gazing over at the bag laying on top of the couch. Inside was a towel containing Dante Stone's blood--the man wanted proof of his boss' captivity, this was surely enough to offer as proof. As for how this ordeal was happening, she wasn't going to be doing anything the same way as with Dante. She had to be oblivious.
The bag was put next to the couch and the entire flat was void of any trace of Dante being there not too long ago. The woman just sighed, having herself dressed in pajamas considering the time of evening--no normal person would be in their work clothes still. She had to be the mark, after all.
Once she heard footsteps drawing closer, Prudence stayed calm and waited for there to be a knock on the door. The man was here for his proof and his object to trade with--not to mention the next set of directions.