<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">(Miren Baines post)</span><br/><br/>Dallas curved his hand through his rust colored hair and looked upon the dossier that was in front of him as the woman he was supposed to meet came through the glass doors. The room was a typical conference place that was low key and masked as a job opening for a false corporation. Dallas was seated behind a long conference table in the middle of smoking down a thick cigar.<br/><br/><br/>“ That’s close enough…,” he said as he raised his arm and motioned for the two that were also inside the room to walk up to her immediate left and right. “Precautions,” he then said “Check wires, implants, devices, and weapons,”<br/><br/><br/>Dallas looked with a bit of a sly grin to himself as the henchmen lifted her suit jacket and patted her sides, running fingers along the inside seam of her pants waist band, checking in pockets, and even a run through around her chest area , t performing their own feel copping with a rather rough touch to their movements. Their hands were very firm suggesting that they were most likely militarily trained if not once members of some law enforcement themselves.<br/><br/><i><br/>
One of the nameless guards turned to Dallas and gave him a nod.</i><br/><br/><br/>“She’s technically clean,” he said, “Good enough for at least now,”<br/><br/><br/>“Good…,” Dallas said with a slight smile. “You can leave us then…. Just make yourselves within reach as usual…,” he said with a casual waive of his hand as he sat back in his seat.<br/><br/><br/>“Well sit down lady…,” he addressed, “Make yourself at home --- you’ve got a nice background for tech and I see you did some time….<i>Care to elaborate on that? </i>This isn’t for the feint hearted. It’s a very detailed operation and….well…trainers get the fun part but…you… are going for the lead trainer. This isn’t some IT hub where you’ll be playing World of ----craft in the comfort of a pizza greased chair with garbage littered everywhere<i>--- its hands on</i>.<b>Real hands on. </b>You’ll be getting your hands dirty. No place for a crème puff and certainly no place for a prom princess that happened to have some hacking skills to cat-fish SteamyBoy69 out of his credits on the girl friend experience circuit,” this as he lit a cigar and placed his fedora to the side of the ash tray.<br/><br/><br/>Dallas was built like a large bull dog and if she were to stir the pot, one could say that his features also represented one to the last detail. Dallas’s broad shoulders, hulking mass, and flappy cheeks with the eyes of murder within their stare, presented years of beating down people, shaking joints for unpaid debts, and probably several impromptu murders. Dallas’s green eyes and light rust hair was evenly shaved without any style to it and gave off the smell of fresh leather and some strong generic men’s cologne, typical to the persona of a street Captain that’s been around the bloody block a few times. Dallas also had a bionic arm from what Quinn could tell as the metallic hand rested while peeking just above the sleeve hem of his three piece smart suit coat.<br/><br/><br/><i>“So tell me about yourself…,”</i>