Ianthe consulted her computer for public information on Serendipity, already imagining the 5000 credits fattening her balance. She'd survived far worse than being ogled by desperate, low-rent scum who she'd never give the time of day to, and as for the target, well, what was one less mobster in the universe?<br/><br/>Keeping her close-in mind scan active -- she could imagine this would be a constant precaution on a planet like Salzan -- she hailed a cab to take her to the meet.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>