While Lapin surely had awoken to the company of a lovely young Thai lady of impressive talent - and girth - in her bed, she had awoken many hours ago.  While she was up, out, and about, she did not have a job, at least not the sort that the many white-collared wage-slaves living around her general vicinity were into.  No, she woke up early every day; less time spent sleeping meant more time spent enjoying life.  No, she was not out for business; she was out for pleasure, a lovely not-so-young lady whom was<em>very</em>high up in Ares Macrotechnology's Seattle Branch.  Great friend, amazing woman, and even more dangerous than either which was quite the turn-on for the old Legionnaire, which is what you get when you work an extraction mission, save the woman's life several times, and then afterwords show yourself to be a rather brilliant talent in the field that Ares was most famous for.  A shame though, great friends as they were, the woman was very much into men and even more married, though to the job or to a husband Lapin did not know.<br/><br/>Still, dressed to the nines in a white Synergist de rigeur suit - or at least white for the moment until the mood hit her otherwise - in her imported Mercedes heading towards Seattle's Downtown for a meeting was why she was awake now and on the move.  Clean, straight, professional was her style, reflective of her personality mostly, save that the smile on her face, her utterly unflappable demeanor even under fire or stress.  She adjusted her shades as she enjoyed the emerald overlay of the city ahead of her through AR, or she was before something showed up in her overlay - a message, urgent.<br/><br/><"Open New Message"> she commanded in French, a hybrid of African and French dialects which allowed the message to open up in her field of vision.<br/><br/>Now THAT was the type of message she enjoyed seeing.  Funny though, looks like she'd be at the Eye of the Needle twice today!  Once for lunch, once for dinner and a big-time job.  Wouldn't even have to get dressed up for it; she already was, and armed appropriately too!  Hold-out to defeat MAD and small enough she could conceal it despite the best attempts to pat her down, hermetically sealed magazine - for now - so that she could get by olfactory sensors.  Damn near invisible a weapon, some might say fashionable too and loaded with SnS ammunition hopefully for a quick takedown that didn't piss off too many Shields or Stars - whomever had the Needle this time of year with all the security contracting issues of late.  She wouldn't mind having top-quality non-soy-based food twice in one day...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Lunch over, several glasses of wine enjoyed with plenty of interesting conversation, and Lapin decided to spend some time in Downtown Seattle, enjoying the sights, the sounds, the AR, the entertainment.  Especially the latter; too early for clubs but there were trideos to watch on big screens, women to meet and flirt up with her 'foreign charm', as long as she didn't run into any of the O'Toole family; bastards they were, overcharging her for trumped-up bullshit medical services they provided her after they had HIRED HER to handle some problems with the Halloweeners that marked her as one of their many many specific enemies - through really everyone was their enemy they just particularly hated a few, like Renraku - which resulted in her getting rather substantially burned.  Pyromaniac sons-of-bitches got the better of her; she wasn't used to flame-based  weaponry before then, but she rectified that SNAFU and is quite prepared for it now.<br/><br/>But, that was then, this is now, and the Eye of the Needle was her future.  She'd just bide her time around town and work up an appetite for good quality food in the meantime...