<i>His dark eyes lit up at her proposal and he snorted at her claim of his slacking off.</i><br/><br/>"You're on kiddo. And I was jus' restin' my eyes a bit before you showed up."<br/><br/><i>The eyes darkened again, his head tilting to the side slightly as he looked at her with a frown. Something seemed off. Maybe it was just this job. He'd see after he filled her in more. He waved a hand dismissively with a grunt.</i><br/><br/>"People are either too scared, paid off, or have a case of sudden onset blindness when questioned by the cops. Yes, it's a white slave ring... Who seem to favor kids."<br/><i><br/>
He sighed and stood up, walking over to a peer out through a crack in a boarded up window, a massive hand scratching his smooth, bald head.</i><br/><br/>"I got a call from an old contact asking if I could help. Cops can't do shit. They've tried, but half the women you can't tell apart from the men, most of what's left look like cops, and the rest, well... They've tried to get someone inside a couple times. They've either been found floating face down in the lake, or not found at all. What I want you to do..."<br/><i><br/>
He turned to face her again, looking her over once more. The small light coming through the crack in the window illuminating him and causing tiny specks of dust to dance in the light around him. Still not sure whether he should tell her the job or tell her to just go home. She looked like hell. But he knew she wouldn't go home and probably try and do it on her own if he wouldn't give it to her. So he might as well tell her and give her the support she'd need to have any chance of surviving this job. Hell, maybe she'd say no and make things easy on his conscience.</i><br/><br/>"What I want you to do is infiltrate the slave ring. Find some of the missing girls and kids if you can, find the leader if you can.<br/><br/>Sam, you got more guts than anyone I know. Including me. But for this, you'll need to be bait. Which means you'll go in alone, and unarmed. The only thing you'll have is a sub dermal placed GPS chip so we can track you. It'll be unlikely we'll be able to know if things go south... So I'll understand if you don't want to take this one. It's damn near suicide. The guy running the ring is ruthless. If he finds out you're a plant..."<br/><i><br/>
He turned back to face the window, not knowing if he could keep his face straight anymore. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a zippo from inside his leather jacket, he lit one and took a deep pull, watching the smoke float up as he exhaled.</i><br/><br/>"If you want the job, I'll make some calls to get things moving and set up. And get a mage and one of my guys to insert the tracker. But like I said, I won't blame you if you don't."