<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Shadowrun_fashion_defnoir_by_raben_aas-d5pko80.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>Findley<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Male Troll Street Dealer<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Body and Strength, Charisma and Willpower<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Social, Combat<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>African-American, 40's, straight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tracy Grimm<br/><br/>Findley thought to himself.<em>"Now we're getting somewhere."</em>Truth was, she was right.  Giving her a little more was not something he wanted to do, but the option was worse.  But there was another element that they hadn't picked up on yet.  This was, in a sense, a draft.  Other dealers along with crime families and even corporations already knew about these runners, and would want them in their own stable.  Findley got to make his play early, thanks to Catharine, who owed him, just like Taylor owed him.<br/><br/>Findley wondered if One Shot knew about Findley's involvement in Taylor's plan to get her out of the bunraku life.<br/><br/>He came back to the present moment.  He already knew he would end up at 15.  But he figured he'd do the dance with Tracy anyway.<br/><br/>"Twelve hundred...<em>each</em>."<br/><br/>His face was neutral, but inside he was smiling at the interaction.