#theclawedking

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He feels rather than hears the incoming message on his phone, the device set to vibrate whenever there's something new in his inbox. An unknown number shows up revealing a single phrase, one that perplexes the scientist. Frowning slightly, Kirk checks the number again but it's nobody he knows. Then he smiles as suddenly it makes sense! Of course, this had to be for him!

[Dr. Langstrom:] Hello, are you inquiring about Density functional theory?

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Did he just get uno-reverse carded? Is this seriously happening right now? Cameron blinks, staring hard at the other man before jolting -- because holy shit -- that was fast and now that card is USELESS. Junior’s thoughts race, alarm bells going off in his skull that he should probably put some distance between this guy and himself. But the intrigue is too hard to pass up and ignore; curiosity killed the cat and all that.

Turning a bit, he leans back against the cafe’s countertop, elbows bent on it’s surface, “I’m NOT green. I just happen to be a rotten salesman.”

People usually didn’t respond that way when being offered a job, especially one that might be lucrative in the end. It meant that this guy was definitely experienced. Or talking out of his ass in a way that would put any sociopath to shame. Cameron really isn’t in the mood to be weighing the options too much for too long, so he yields, “So-- not a lapdog, Daken?” That’s what they always say.

But.

Didn’t need to be a genius to figure out that Daken could walk the walk after talking the talk. Junior might have looked offended if he wasn’t already pretty interested in the prospect of ‘real work’. He was TIRED of climbing up the proverbial ladder of criminal bullshit day after day, the grind was nothing to be proud of.

It was supposed to be a pretty easy job. Get in, get out and get paid. Thomas slipped the hard drive in to his pocket and began to wipe the data from the facility. When he was done he snuck out the way he'd come in. Crawling through the vents until he reached his exit Tommy landed on his feet as he dropped down.

Agile with cat like reflexes it wasn't often he got to do a straight up robbery. He was a professional, been in the game a long time and he wasn't cheap. His team were going to be expecting him back for their job later. Tommy was going to make sure he was able to drop this off without any incidents.

As he slinked through the streets his nose twitched. He was being followed. It was undenyable that it was the scent of another person. Tommy pressed his finger to his ear and spoke in to his com. "Hey gonna be late for dinner don't wait up." Scandal would know what that means. Go on without me something came up.

"Is this supposed to be a Sonic joke?"

misc asks | always accepting

“Oh! I will gladly answer you that but first: when was the last time we spoke? Und, what’s my last name?”