<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>Scarlet<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Waltz listened only with half an ear as Tracy haggled for their price. It seemed unimportant if the final payout was a hundred nuyen more or less. He had bigger nuts to crack. Taking up most of his field of view were catalog AROs he had pulled from the matrix. Each of the augmented reality objects was the catalog of a major lab supplier. SQUIDs, Nano-extruders, Cantilever Multispectrum Chromatographs… he couldn’t claim to actually know what each was for, but he sure liked the pricetags. Every one of those rectangular boxes – usually black, blue or white – was a thousand nuyen minimum, even for one as small as a toaster, and the sky was the limit. A common used price was about 30-50% of that, maybe as low as 10% if they had to go through a fixer or Mr. Findley. Still, if they had only a fraction of the items he now understood from his reading up were common lab fixtures, then it was a small fortune just sitting around and waiting to be picked up.<br/><br/>Mr. Johnson was throwing in a van, and that meant they could really go to town in that lab. All they needed were a pair of trolleys to move the stuff and – he brushed the ARO catalogs aside as his gaze shifted to Scarlet – a<em>troll</em>to load them.<br/><br/>It wasn’t racist to delegate the heavy lifting to the troll in the team, or was it? It<em>did</em>have a certain odor to it that he didn’t like and that probably meant that she wouldn't, either. Maybe she was a dead-eye sniper or a fastlane hacker and considered it beneath her skills? Implants had become so subtle that you really couldn’t tell anymore these days. Besides, she was the prettiest …No!... make that<em>the</em>most gorgeous troll he had seen this side of the trideo-screen. Still, she was who she was and she could probably dead-lift as much as the rest of the team<em>combined</em>. When the time came, he would broach the subject with the necessary subtlety. Scarlet noticed his gaze, so he met her eyes and let them linger just long enough to let her know that he was not embarrassed to be caught looking at her before turning his attention back to the conversation.<br/>