<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>Waltz<br/><br/>Findley listened to Waltz's argument, tilted his head to the side thoughtfully, then kind of shrugged.<br/><br/>"I get what you're sayin'.  Now get what I'm sayin'.  One, I'm not a man.  I'm a male and I'm a troll, but I'm no man which implies human.<br/><br/>"Two, I'm not a car guy.  I like females.  I hear you do, too.  Now, if I'm inclined to<em>pay</em>for the<em>services</em>of a female, there's a certain<em>amount</em>I'm willing to pay.<br/><br/>"If I<em>know</em>she's good from firsthand experience, I'll pay her more.  And if I don't, I won't.  If she don't like my price, maybe she names hers.  Maybe we meet in the middle.  Maybe we go our separate ways.<br/><br/>"But one thing she<em>don't</em>do is tell me how much her outfits cost, or how much she paid to make her hair and face all pretty, or how much she spent on yoga and pilates to be all thin and flexible, or how much she spent on her implants that feel so nice.  Because it don't matter to me.  What matters, is the fee, not her costs.<br/><br/>"You heard my offer.  $1,000 per, plus whatever gear I give you, plus whatever you pick up in there.  It's a<em>lab</em>, and there's bound to be small, light, expensive things in there, whether its electronics or biotech or data, that you can sell or use.  I got a plan laid out for you to execute that ensures success, so that's a whole lot of legwork and research you don't gotta do.  All you<em>do</em>gotta do is penetrate the security, deactivate the cameras, grab the item, and meet back here."<br/><br/>Findley put his hand up for moment, a silent suggestion to cease all conversation.  The server came in with drinks.  Findley took one of the two shot glasses, took a sniff, then chugged it.  After the server left, Findley continued.<br/><br/>"If that's not good enough, make an counter-offer."<br/><br/>At this point, he was looking at Tracy Grimm, who he figured to be the negotiator for the group.  At this point, Findley wanted to hear a number, not another argument, so he could go into more details of the job.<br/>