<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/Butterfly_brawler_female_tattoo.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Butterfly</span><em>a.k.a.</em>Fist<em>a.k.a.</em>Diana<br/><strong>Current SIN</strong>Irma Tuominen, licensed bodyguard<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Garage near the MCC<em>en route</em>to the Wiley Coyote Bar, known to be in the operating area of the target gang<br/><strong>With</strong>/tagged: Junkcat, Stella, Jonny<br/><br/>Early traffic through the 'plex would be light enough, but ... this wasn't much of a cozy ride. A 60's-era model of VW Superkombi 4 that had clearly<em>seen some shit,</em>the 'band-van' that once had two rows of bench seating had apparently had an overhaul - the middle rows of seats had been removed, which had left the bulk of the floorspace open, a small cooler had been installed opposite the side door, presumably in case transportation called for drinks of some kind, and the rearmost seats had been replaced with reinforced, padded seating suitable to support orks or trolls.<em>Or a few people on top of each other, vigorously.  This is a pornovan.</em><br/><br/>That had been Butterfly's first thought when she saw the interior, which smelt of fresh spray-cleaners and disinfectant without looking as though it had actually been so much as<em>vacuumed.</em>There wasn't any surprise in the thought; actually, it made perfect sense to the 'runner that Stone would be engaged in such things.  Maybe the interior was rigged with cameras or maybe they relied on microdrones, but either way - this was a van in which many people had fucked, at length.  She glanced at Stella and Junkcat without thinking about it, just to see what the reactions on their faces would be ... but most of her attention had been on the driver.<br/><br/>Jonny - no last name given or asked, no other moniker supplied and that was just fine thank you - was a young ork off the street, a punk kid by most standards.  He didn't have the bulk or grace to be experienced muscle, didn't have the 'ware to be a samurai, and was apparently just one of Stone's assets.  A kid who could drive, maybe a mechanic.  Drek, maybe he was hiding a monster cock under the baggy pants and baggier shirt he wore, was one of Stone's stars.  Whichever, the kid wasn't likely to be useful if things got dicey, but odds were good he'd be the one to call for backup if it were needed.<em>Or, if things get bad with the gang, he might just record the teaser for the simsense.</em>The thought could have been cold.  It could have had a fury underneath it, it could have been resentful, and those feeling<em>were</em>there in the emotional substrate of her mind, but there was also an ... electric tension. Anticipation wasn't quite right, but it was close.<br/><br/><strong>"Back'll seat three tight, can fit plenty on the floor. Stella, want to sit up front?"</strong>she asked the others as she tossed a duffel bag full of spare clothes and gear into the van, along with her rifle.  She didn't plan on using the Remington for this job - if things got bad to the point of using a high-calibre rifle, the rifle wasn't going to save them, not in this circumstance, but she packed it anyway - her SIN had the right licenses, she had a good cover for it, and it was better to have a thing than not.