<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/24/8a/9c/248a9c6846a134e051550feb2f5edb3e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Valkyrie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337984.msg16040058#msg16040058)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Afterife<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Poking the metal bear...<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Katya practically felt every syllable that dripped from the blonde's mouth as it dangled venom along with the quickly diminishing cig. Though there was most definitely no love lost between her and the Maelstrom circle she used to run with, it still irked her to hear about them. Every time a gig came up on Maelstrom territory she usually snapped it up before other solos could even blink, which was entirely the same reckless impulse that caused her to show up at the Black Lotus looking like she went five rounds with an Animal. They tended not to go anywhere for leads but... she had a feeling about this one when the fixer mentioned XBDs.<br/><br/>A little part of her wondered if, between the botched torturous surgeries, she'd been a main character in one of those nasties - now getting pumped into someone's brain pan to feel it dialed up to 11.<br/><br/>Even if Karma wanted to stop her (though Katya figured she wouldn't) there was no way to calm that force roiling inside of the merc. She tipped back her two fingers of whisky and made the drink disappear. A piece of ice was popped into her mouth and she crunched it loudly while standing up, then she made her way over to the booth just across and behind her. Katya wasn't really a people-person anymore though, and her social graces were missing. So although she managed not to cause an uproar thanks to the already loud din of Afterlife, she wasn't going to skip over and slide into the little chat all friendly like.<br/><br/>"If it's Maelstrom you want, you'll need someone who knows them. From the inside." She practically spat the words out with her ire mostly directly at the blonde. Though her eyes turned to slide over to the silk clad fixer whose modded face was difficult to read. "I can get you whatever you want--" Katya reiterated, again turning to look at the beat cop who was half in the table.<br/><br/>She gestured to Katheryn, scrutinizing the blonde again. "--better than she can go skulking around and blow her cover. I don't care about the eddies... So?" The question hung in the air as her impressively passable cyberware eye fixed onto Choko.<br/><br/>Yeah, she was selling herself to the fixer more than intended but really, this was an opportunity Katya couldn't pass up. She was intrigued by it being the fixer's personal contract - whatever info she could dig up to use to her advantage in her own little ongoing investigation.