That playful smirk flits across Liza's lips one last time as she sets her empty glass down on Tzahala's coffee table, and with a pleasant flip of cloth and flash of thigh the older woman pushes herself smoothly up onto her feet.<br/><br/>"Not too long at all, girl, but we should get ourselves back downstairs before the stragglers start working their way back towards the Downtown districts... Might be able to net a couple more paying customers before the night girls come out to play."<br/><br/>The other two women nod and stand as well, each one moving over to embrace or shake Tzahala's hand in turn.  Tisha has a curious grin on her face, and Robin looks genuinely excited over her new friend-with-potential-benefits.<br/><br/>"We'll see you Saturday girly." Liza is the last in line, and she gives the Israeli woman a hug that threatens to smother her in pleasant, vanilla-scented cleavage. "And like I said... you ever feel like havin' you a chat, or maybe somethin' more, just stick your head out the window an' shout..."<br/><br/>With a wink, and a peck on the cheek, the woman turns and strolls towards the elevator, waiting patiently for her host to open the lift and let her and her companions back out to the streets below...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>With all the goodbyes said and done, and her apartment quiet once more, Tzahala realizes that she has perhaps two hours left before she should hit the road and make her way up to the DUE district. Plenty of time to make any preparations and get a move on... and somehow or another, she still manages to be the first to arrive.<br/><br/>And she's the first of the hirees to see their employers up close. Though tonight, it's not just the normal DUST officers like the friendly Constables in the Kingdom park, either... it's the back-lot DUST crew, complete with riot-grade body armor and fully-decked SPAS-22's. Obviously, no one patronizing the main parks would ever see these guys... but like every runner, Tzahala has heard stories about the lengths that Disney-Universal is willing to go to in order to protect its technological and magical secrets.<br/><br/>As the woman pulls off onto one of the back-roads of the resort district, her comm unit makes a familiar, pixelated<em>bing,</em>and a brief message pops up on her AR display. Perfect timing, since she can already see a checkpoint up ahead...<br/><br/><em><strong>New Message from Z.:</strong> Should be cleared, Miss Sao. Your designation is Bronze &amp; Silver, job ID 23213. Good luck!</em><br/><br/>"Evening, Ma'am. SIN and Job ID, please." Tzahala barely pulls to a stop and gets the window cracked before the first guard approaches her car, leaning forward to examine her through the darkening glass.  The voice behind the riot mask is noticeably synthesized, so there's more to that black cloth than one might think at a glance...