Posted by Civilian Eryn Romanov (Colonial Intelligence Agent) in The Not So Odd Couple

Posted by Civilian Kodek Vonn (Clandestine Associate) in The Not So Odd Couple

Posted by Civilian Eryn Romanov (Colonial Intelligence Agent) in The Not So Odd Couple
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Eryn gave the man plenty of room as he made his escape. She nodded to Vonn and allowed Davivica to proceed them into the bank. A very quick but serious discussion between Davivica and a well dressed professional woman behind the main desk, had them quickly seated in a private conference room. A woman entered with a serving tray of tea and iced water. “No thank you. My clients are not here to socialize, but to conduct business in a swift and professional manner,” and she shooed the woman out. The approach of the bank manager, a Rigelian man, and his confusion over the arrival of Mr Holk and then subsequently a disappearing Mr Holk and demands for a special client had him quick stepping to the conference room and then pausing outside the door and straigtening his suit jacket. He entered with a overly charming smile on his face and made the mistake of approaching Eryn directly. “Ms Haley-Smythe informed me you have some significant business with Colonial Bank and Trust today. I’m Mr. Rotaalr,” and he turned what he assumed was a very charming smile on Eryn attempting to take her hand.

Inside Eryn was laughing more than she should, this was going to be beautiful.

Eryn

As the bank manager’s hand went to take Eryn’s, someone cast a magical spell. That could be the only explanation for how the reaching hand ended up twisted and pinned behind the Rigelian’s back as Vonn moved him bodily to a wall. “Back away!” the voice said sharply and the manager was pinned to the wall. Davivica smiled slightly and stepped forward. “Cru’hl, this is the client’s personal security and chief aid. They are… particular… about who approaches the client. I would suggest a quick apology and to direct all further discussion through them.” she said with a warm tone dripping with inflexibility.

Eryn simply stayed where she was, as if the sudden inexplicable speed of her body guard was an every day thing and nothing out of the ordinary. The was barely there nod of satisfaction at Davivica’s explanation of the situation. Eryn watched on bored and sighed heavily at the whole situation. Almost as if she accepted it must be Vonn’s way, but couldn’t they just get on with it already.

The manager simply nodded twice and and said “Understood. Apologies.” and Vonn released him. It was impressive… the man seemed only mildly flustered as he straightened himself for a moment and then looked at Vonn. “Your attention to your client’s security is most impressive. So we can expedite things, what do I call you?” he asked as he tugged his shirt cuffs back into place. “Kashir Gran.” the voice said.

It was like someone fired a phaser set on stun directly at the bank manager. “Ka-ka-ka-shir Gran? The, um… the same Kashir Gran who worked for Ardel Bekks?” he asked softly. Ardel Bekks was a name most who dealt in the criminal underworld knew. Syndicate Boss with ties across entire systems. Ruthless. Violent. Connected. And wholly reclusive. But many knew the name of Bekks’ Chief Enforcer, Kashir Gran. “The same. Now are we doing business? Or…” and the voice trailed off.

Now, after all her work and time she’d spent doing what she did, she of course had heard the name, but she did not know it was Kodek. It was nice to know there were still some secrets to be discovered. How boring would life be without surprises. Rather than showing her surprise she looked like she was the cat who caught the canary in procuring such a person for her own personal security.

The Rigelian broke into a sweat and said “Yes yes yes… of course. Yes. Please. If you will ask you client to be seated we can address the um… the…” and he looked at Davivica. “Purchase of seven select properties under the holding company of the anonymous client. Transaction will be made in currency, not transfers. And they wish all documentation completed today before close of business.” The last had never been said, but Vonn approved.

“Of course, of course. Now, as far as currency is concerned, what kind of currency and we can begin to look at the exchange rate for-“ “No exchange rates.” Vonn said and began to unload the big bars of latinum onto the table. The manager’s eyes went wide and then he said “Um… I see. Yes. Well, latinum is the standard, is it not?” “The remainder after the purchase will put into an account under the name Carol Danvers.” Vonn said. “You will tie the biometrics to my client. And the commission for the sales will be deducted from the realty office’s holdings and given to Ms. Hayden-Smythe in a manner of her choosing. I’m sure the firm will not object when you contact them. Is that acceptable?” The manager thought for a moment and then smiled.

“As this is a cash transaction, I’m sure we can be accomodating.”

Vonn

Eryn sat leaning back at her ease. She listened back and forth and then when the man stated that latinum was the standard, something in his tone caught her attention.
She let her senses stretch out carefully and she watched him carefully without appearing to do so. Eryn leaned over to whisper to Vonn. She ‘spoke’ with her hands, waving at Davivica and then with some contempt at the bank manager. The man was willing to be accommodating but he was also greedy and the bars of latinum were more than he could resist. He was also willing to forget their ‘anonymity’ for the right price. While she whispered there was a quick 3, 2, 1 pattern against his glove. Another left over RTF signal, for trouble. They really needed to get their own set of codes.

Eryn

The arm of her ‘bodyguard’ raised the wrist computer on their left wrist and a few commands were typed before the display was shown to Ery…

it was an old Earth symbol called an ‘emoji’… and it was a winking happy face.

Eryn could see Vonn actually giving her that look, and of course he’d already taken care of it. She glanced at the wrist computer and after a moment she appeared to be appeased by whatever Gran had shown her. She patted his arm indulgently, nodded and sat back, staring out the window.

The bank manager busied himself reviewing the property particulars and assessing the value of the bars stacked neatly on the desk. After a few moments, he smiled and said “I see no reason why we cannot continue with the finalization of the transfers immediately, Mr. Gran. Please let your client know that this should take just an hour or so. Vonn inclined their head and the voice said “My client closes all sales and purchases with a celebratory drink. Wine, please. Terran. Chateau Lafite, nothing past younger than ten years. You will be joining us.” The manager simply nodded and said “I think I know where we can get a bottle. Please, excuse me momentarily.” and he stood and left.

Vonn

Wine? Ugh…she’d drink it, but that didn’t mean she liked it. After the manager left Davivica glanced at Eryn and then turned her attention to Vonn. “Is there something wrong, Mr. Gran?” Keeping to her own advice of only addressing Vonn. Eryn approved, as they had determined earlier Davivica was smart. Eryn got up and wandered aimlessly toward the window. She glanced out at the people on the street. Her mind was following the bank manager. He really had a very undisciplined mind. He was eager to share the information, but was far too busy making sure he finalized the transaction first and find the requested wine.

The helmet looked at Davivica. “The bank manager. Tell me everything you know about him.” Davivica responded immediately. “Cru’hl Rotaalr, Rigelian, age 34 standard years. Has worked here for five years. He’s new to the manager spot, being promoted six months ago. He’s competent and stingy… everything the bank and lenders love, and realtors and buyers hate. He likes to flirt with attractive women of any species and considers himself a lady-killer. We went out once or twice. He’s arrogant and pretentious, treats restaurant staff like garbage. He likes to live like his far more well-off than he really is. He is more interested in appearance than substance. He’s conniving but not really clever. I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him.”

The helmet nodded and the voice said “Good. I can work with that.”

After a few moments she returned to her chair, quietly and waited for the manager to return with the biometric reader to secure the accounts.

Eryn

A few minutes passed before Rotaalr returned. Another employee, a Bolian woman, carried a tray in with four glasses and a bottle of wine on it. She set it down on the table and walked out. Rotaalr smiled and said “the wine…” and pulled out a PADD with a flourish, “… and the documents. All that is needed is a buyer’s approval and we can toast to a truly wonderful transaction.” Vonn took the PaDD and ‘reviewed’ the details before handing it off to Eryn and the Davivica.

Once both women had approved the details, Vonn approved the purchase and then slid the PaDD to Rotaalr a bit too hard and it slid off the table. As the bank manager bent over to pick it up, Vonn reached over and subtly moved one of the glasses from it’s original position… just enough to be noticable. As Rotaalr stood up, Vonn said “The wine, then. And that will conclude our current business.” They reached over and took the bottle, looked at he label, and then deftly opened the bottle. Vonn poured the four glasses half-full and handed each person a glass… making a point to take the shifted glass from Davivica and giving it to Rotaalr. “To our continued success in business.” and they raised the glass. As the other three took a drink, Vonn’s helmet stayed fixed on Rotaalr, who looked at Vonn quizzically as he took a long drink. Setting the wine to the side, Vonn said “Good. One last item of business. Mr. Rotaalr, you have just ingested a Breen nanovirus which is programmed to attack your body’s red blood cells, depriving you of oxygen and thus killing you very slowly and painfully.” The Rigellian sputtered and went pale as Vonn continued. “Even as we speak, the virus is replicating and attaching itself to your DNA. There is good news, however. The virus does have an antidote of sorts… a substance that will keep it in check and thus allowing you to live a long and prosperous life. And you will need to take that antidote once every week in order to keep the virus from spreading. Now, I will give you a choice here… which I am sure you know by my reputation is not normal. Choice one. I will give you a week to get your affairs in order and then I will ensure your ending is painless and quick. Choice two is that you can alert the authorities, tell then what has happened, and hope they can counteract a custom nanovirus from a species that has no references in modern Federation Medical studies to save you. Choice three is that you keep your mouth shut about my client and her affairs, you discuss us under no circumstances or conditions, and you will receive the treatment every six days wherever you are for the rest of your life… or until such time as I deem you trustworthy and give you the actual cure… or until I even think you have betrayed our trust and stop the shipments. Now I want you to consider the choice carefully. Because we can always go and do business with another bank. Banks are not uncommon. Your life, however, is unique. Quite possibly the only one you will have… who knows? So you should weigh what we have to lose against what you have to lose. We lose some convenience. You? You lose everything.”

Vonn