Q huffed, like a small child would when they didnât get their way, but he didnât pursue the topic of payment further that his already pathetic attempt. He couldnât see Sniper being particularly lenient with paying him, at least not yet, he had to prove that he was worth it. He would. Albeit so long as she didnât look too closely, Q might get the job done but he oft had uniqueapproaches to his work. Which was a polite way of putting he fucked up, often. Still he always worked it out in the end, somehow he always managed to pull a miracle out of his ass. âTravel routes, transactions, got it,â he glanced form the folder to her again. âSimple as pie,â he said with a lazy grin.
 Still he couldnât help but feel a little bit of peculiar sympathy for this Phillipe, who no doubt was the kind of guy that Q would get along with amiably. He had a knack for befriending the dodgier citizens. Years of being in the business leant in his favour, Q leaned forwards just a little mismatched eyes gazing down to the folder that was still between them. âGot a deadline or have I got all year to figure him out?â There was a hint of mischief in his eyes that suggested given the opportunity Q would do no work until it was strictly necessary, a man of last minute things.
 Perhaps that was why he was constantly messing up, always leaving it till the last second, unprepared and far more interested in other activities. He sucked on the cigarette, a slow steady inhale followed by a longer exhale, thin plumes of wispy smoke leaving his lips and nose. When heâd been young heâd smoked for the amusement of it, to play the role of the big bad boss, but mostly because he thought he looked like a dragon. Now he couldnât go five minutes without a hit, but there was still that childlike amusement to be found. He was easily amused, easily bored.
 Itâs not your business. And redâd ruin that jacket of yours.
 No it wasnât, and yet heâd spent hours upon hours scrubbing his coat clean on more than one occasion, he refused to have even the slightest speck of red on the damn thing. âExactly,â he said as his hand dropped away from his mouth, although he still wasnât quite so sure. Too late now. âSo Sniper, I just drop you a message with the information or we meeting back here again?â
Sliding a credstick across the table, Terri frowned deeply under her helmet. This guy was good, his reputation went before him, but right now he was acting like something of a spoilt brat, and that was hardly the kind of thing that won her favour.
Her fingers remained on the credstick, as her optics flickered.
âHalf your pay in advance. Youâve got three days. And little bit of advice....â
Static feedback prickled her words with perhaps a touch more malice than sheâd intended.Â
âCut the attitude. Or youâre going to get someone wanting your ass dead.â
The lights on her suit flared along with her words, optics honing to almost laser precision on Qâs face. Arrogance was common in this city, sheâd had to deal with it plenty. Many of her previous clients had been the arrogant sort.
Terri, however, wasnât fond of dealing when she was the boss. Not that she was used to being a boss. Hiring work was far from the norm. Sitting back down, she picked up her empty glass, and sighed. It wasnât exactly what sheâd had planned for this job, but there was a need to begin to put out feelers, get a taste of the talent pool in the area.
âYou drop me the data. Iâll send you the other half. We meet exclusively to discuss work.â
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