<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/RoanQuinceCyber3.png)</div>The edgerunner was quick to assume an aggressive and dominant tone of voice when Roan directed her attention to him - though she doubted it had the effect he was hoping for.<strong>"That's not your chair, now get off of it,"</strong>he ordered.<br/><br/><strong>"Fuck off,"</strong>replied the Rockerboy calmly, affecting a polite smile that didn't meet her eyes. To further emphasise her point, she leaned back into her seat, readying herself for the unknown edgerunner's incoming rant: she had a sixth sense for these kind of things, and the man looked for all the world like the kind of guy who liked to give a sermon.<br/><br/><strong>"You need to learn to respect people, Rebel Queen. As for my handle that depends on who you want to meet. I don't recommend introducing you to my other half - she already decided she don't like you. And I just got this outfit cleaned and by the way it ain't cheap and I don't want it messed up cause you two cant keep your claws to yourself. I'm the boss and the reason you and Fireman never heard about my last job is because I've done my damn job. So don't think you can lump me with class A Corpo exec screw-ups."</strong><br/><br/>Roan glanced at the others, a fingertip placed against the side of her temple as she smirked. She was tempted to speak up then, but the edgerunner looked like he had more to say. She let him: after all, he was telling her all she needed to know about him with each word he spoke.<br/><br/><strong>"Now tell me there's more of a plan then me getting you all through the front door and back out. Cause that is were it will go the most south. And I think a plan B is in order. I also get the feeling we aren't being told everything about this job. So I want to know what does this guy know that so special? I don't gamble my neck when I'm not told the full story. Like who the fuck is the client for one. I don't like being kept in the dark."</strong><br/><br/>Finally, the edgerunner shut up, and so Roan lowered her finger from her temple and turned in her seat to face him head on.<strong>"That was a fuck load of diatribe, so allow me to address each point in turn."</strong>She folded her legs.<strong>"Number one: I give respect to those who fucking deserve it - and you sure as shit don't. First thing you do when you join us up here is bitch and whine, and then throw shade at me and my Solo friend here; then you have the gall to <em>roll your fucking eyes</em> at <strong><em>the Fireman</em></strong> - someone who's earned their place in this city. You're lucky he didn't <em>flatline</em> your ass then and there - none of us would've stopped him."</strong><br/><br/>Roan's smile was conversational, but her eyes were blazing. Her voice radiated a passionate charisma that carried into her every movement - even in so simple a thing as reclining back in her seat. She continued to stare at the edgerunner from behind a curtain of dark brown, her twin orbs unblinking.<strong>"Secondly, you talk about how important a reputation is, but then try and defend the fact that we haven't heard shit about you. Long and short of it is that you have <em>zero</em> reputation - and you sure as shit aren't likely to earn one if you're trying to make enemies with every fucking word you speak.<br/><br/>"Finally,"</strong>added Roan,<strong> "there is no damn plan, because this is the first time the details of the job have been shared with the boots on the ground. <em>Now's</em> the time when we're supposed to sort those <em>deets</em> out and come up with something half-way sensible - which we can get to doing if you're done trying to argue about who's dick is bigger?"</strong><br/><br/>She didn't wait for the male edgerunner to respond, but rather began answering his final question and points - though this time she directed her focus and words towards the larger group. It was something that concerned everyone, after all.<strong>"Fireman didn't give the client's name, which means they don't want it shared - he's not the kind of guy who forgets to pass along something important. And if the client doesn't want to share their reasons, then it doesn't get to be known: that's <em>biz</em>; that's how it works.<br/><br/>"If that's an issue for anyone here, then feel free to walk the fuck away. Me? I'm staying right here, so we can get a plan worked out and nail this fucker. <em>Cred</em> won't be touching any of our wallets otherwise."</strong>Her piece said, the Rockerboy once again lifted her booted heels and planted them atop the table, settling into the steel chair as she waited for the others to speak.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Streetslang</div><div class="spoiler_body">/<br/><strong><em>Flatline</em></strong>: Kill.<br/><strong><em>Deets</em></strong>: Details.<br/><strong><em>Biz</em></strong>: Business.<br/><strong><em>Cred</em></strong>: Credit, Eurodollars, money.<br/></div></div>