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It has, indeed, been quite some time since last they met -- roughly two years, by Levi’s own estimate -- and though remaining out of each other’s paths means business is flourishing, means both their respective employers have been having no particular trouble with one another -- it is never with wariness nor lack of will that Levi arranges to take the lady out to discuss terms and conditions over dinner.

He extends his hand towards her; large, open palm gruff and blistered; another brief flash of teeth as he juts his chin over his shoulder, towards Oriole, their fine-dining restaurant of choice for the night. “Shall we?”

CRIME  BASED  SENTENCE   PROMPTS  .

CAREFUL GAZE RISES FROM THE DOCUMENTS,  searching  virginia’s  expression  for  any  sign  that  she’s  joking  about  what  she’s  saying.  but  no,  he  can’t  seem  to  find  what  he’s  looking  for  this  time.  shuffling  in  his  seat  to  get  a  better  look  at  her,  a  brow  raises  at  her  words.  “  oh  yeah?  that  easy  is  it?  ”  doubtful  scoff  rattles  up  from  his  throat,  “  if  it  were  that  bloody  simple,  wouldn’t  everybody  do  it? ”

“I think you’ve got this all wrong, sugar–I’m merely borrowing your time for a bit, so if you’d be so kind to help me out, my boss would love to speak to you. Says he knows something that could be of importance.”

She tapped the cigarette between her fingers, the ashes falling to the pavement below before taking a long drag. For once she was in the dark about something, and it was putting Virginia on edge. All he told her was that there was a Matt Murdock she needed to find, and he needed him there. There was something amiss and she was annoyed that she was kept out of the dark. But as always, whatever Joe wanted, she would get done.

“Would you please get in the car or do we need to use force to do it?”

Importance?  Grip TIGHTENS fast around the red and white blind person's cane in the man's hand. THIS WAS BAD, clearly. Adrenaline starts PUMPING, mind begins to RACE. The smoke and chemicals from the cigarette pierces his nostrils causing his nose turn up, could tell by the brand alone that the woman with the femme fatale voice was for real.

He’s familiar with the type. SMUG and BRAZEN, had to be to try grabbing him in public like this. And although her sent in particular isn't ringing any bells she seems familiar enough with his. 

First instinct was to FIGHT (of course it was) First THOUGHT tells him that breaking out the Judo on main street would cause more problems than solved. Had to remember who he was, a HELPLESS blind man. At least until hearing what's so important from this ‘BOSS’ of hers. Takes a deep breath.

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He so wishedshe hadn’t been there to see it; this well-spoken American lass who’d engagedThe Firm in a little dirty work against a fellow Yankee who, while living inLondon, had done her a disservice. He so wished she hadn’t insisted on beingthere when he, the Pitbull, the enforcer of gang law this side of the Thames, had doneas she’d engaged him to and torn a two-inch-deep strip off the fellow who’dhacked her off. But she had been. She’d seen the lot – the poker,the welts, the duct tape and the ruin of a human being he’d left behind – and now,as a post-work cigarette dangled from his lips, she was reaching for him.

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