<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Waltz.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>Waltz<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Male Human Bodyguard/Escort<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Social, Combat<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>Caucasian, 30's, straight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Fury<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Waltz had already done his shopping for the job online: a collection of electronic catalogues from major lab suppliers to identify the good stuff, a folding cart to move the loot in the tunnel, a couple of tough, sealable bags to get it cleanly through the wall and a mile of hair-thin fiber-optic cable with a battery powered commlink relay on both sides. Finley hadn’t lost a word about how deep the tunnel went and if they would have reception there. If the distraction team screwed up, it was vital that they got word and not went ahead blindly. If they took the relay through the wall with them, they could even stay in touch while inside if necessary, although it might be best to maintain radio silence inside the lab. With that done, he was as prepared as he could be. There were a million things that could go wrong, and many of them depended on obviously unreliable people. At least Tracy Grimm seemed to be on top of her game, so he had some small hope that things would turn out all right. But he would cross that bridge when it came to it. For now, there was nothing more that he could do and it was best not to worry about it too much. Most people were in the process of leaving the meeting or had already left. He liked the club, though. It was his kind of scene.<br/><br/>“Stay for a drink?” He stopped Fury just as she was about to go. Getting personally involved on a job was never a good idea. But he<em>really</em>wanted to see if the troll girl could dance…and if she would let him lead.<br/>