She turned the vial between her gloved fingers, it was clear and unremarkable yet somehow worth more than gold. Ada’s dark gems raised, turning the vial over her knuckles her eyes falling on the man before her.
He reminded her of Albert, even looked similar. Working with him would probably end the same betrayal on both sides. She wasn’t one to be trusted and could read the other like a book. However, this was where she was the black necrosis that started in her left hand had spread consuming most of her body now. The pain, though she didn’t show it was damn near unbearable.
A suppressant wasn’t a cure, but it bought time. Enough time to find something, some form of research she hoped. Most thought Ada was doing this for herself, no. She wouldn’t sell her own soul for survival, for that she would find other ways. Though she did have her own vial, she had secretly met with an old friend giving him two. Leaving him a means to contact her if more was needed.
That was the thing that was most misunderstood about Ada, she sold her soul for the one person who had earned her loyalty.
“You know most employers offer dental insurance.” She quipped as her heels clicked against the floor, sticking the vial into her thigh pouch. She clicked her tongue once resting her weight against her right hip, arms crossing under her breastline. “So what’s the job for this set?” She said her silk voice laced with the attitude she carried herself is. “How close to dying to you want me to get this time?”
Her lips curved at the corner gentle features becoming amused. “If I’m going to be an attack dog this time, better make sure I can handle who you are aiming my teeth at.” She quipped switching the weight to the left of her hips. Of course Ada could handle most targets, Zeno wouldn’t have made this deal if she couldn’t.
He supposed he was supposed to find her armor appealing. The heels, the lipstick, the thigh holster and the suggestive sweetness in her tone. It was clever for her to use what assets she had, but Zeno wasn't adequately motivated to fall for them. At least, not within the perimeters of this particular arrangement, he wasn't an idiot.
"Underselling yourself, Wong? After you've spent so much energy proving otherwise." Zeno huffs a chuckle to himself as he reaches to light the cigarette between his lips. He blows out a cloud of smoke in no particular direction. "Don't tell me you're getting tired."
The black veins that circled her limbs were reflected in his own skin. A virus necrosing the veins of his face, stretching across the skin and spreading their roots down his neck and across his torso. He was no stranger to pain but they certainly had that in common as he faced her.
"There's a biomedical research facility in Switzerland. I've arranged drop off and pickup, but the rest is up to you." He hands her a manila file. "It's important that we aren't implicated in the acquisition of their latest breakthrough, I'm sure you can understand. Discretion is critical."
The Connections held the monopoly on bio-weaponry, but they were not the only company to do so. Even the BSAA hadn't been able to access the facility though the proper channels.
"You can expect high security, and I'm sure the locals won't be too pleased to see you. How's your German?"
