Post by Ana Rodinkova on May 30, 2021 1:02:59 GMT
One of the things that Ana liked about the French? They knew how to party. She sat in a booth at the back of the club with her body sideways so she could rest her fishnet and combat boot-clad legs up on the rest of the seat as she sipped her drink--one that fluoresced bright purple in the blacklights. The surface of her drink rippled in time with the thrumming electronic bass that rumbled through her chest. She'd agreed to an in-person meeting with an American agent, one who apparently didn't want his employers to know what he was looking into. That meant that she'd insisted on choosing the location--a crowded place with plenty of witnesses to prevent either of them from being recognized or killed. It helped that it also had good taste in music.
Of course, that kind of thing didn't entirely work against Scarlet_Letter: the best hacker this side of the English Channel. She knew at least a little about her contact--he was A CIA agent. Apparently the work she'd been doing as a white hat hacker had earned her quite the reputation, if someone like that was trying to get her as a contact outside the agency. She hadn't been able to get much farther than that, but hey, it was better than nothing.
Hopefully her own cover ID had kept her just as clean. No one had any idea that Ana Carmine, daughter of Mr. Carmine, a criminal who had every other organization running their business through him, was also a 'good guy' in her free time. Or that she'd solved several cold cases from her loft in Prague. Of course Carmine knew, seeing as Ana had told him herself. She never interfered with any of his people, anyway. Just the ones who needed to be taken down a peg. Usually, that was human traffickers and child molesters. Today it just so happened that someone had sought her out for something a little more interesting.
She took another sip of her drink and tugged her phone out of the pocket of her shorts. 9:57. She still had a few minutes before her guy was supposed to show, but didn't he know that being on time was like being late? She'd told him she'd be here at Numérique, and to look for the woman in a binary code shirt and fishnets, but she wasn't sure exactly who she was expecting to join her.
Dalton Dodge
Of course, that kind of thing didn't entirely work against Scarlet_Letter: the best hacker this side of the English Channel. She knew at least a little about her contact--he was A CIA agent. Apparently the work she'd been doing as a white hat hacker had earned her quite the reputation, if someone like that was trying to get her as a contact outside the agency. She hadn't been able to get much farther than that, but hey, it was better than nothing.
Hopefully her own cover ID had kept her just as clean. No one had any idea that Ana Carmine, daughter of Mr. Carmine, a criminal who had every other organization running their business through him, was also a 'good guy' in her free time. Or that she'd solved several cold cases from her loft in Prague. Of course Carmine knew, seeing as Ana had told him herself. She never interfered with any of his people, anyway. Just the ones who needed to be taken down a peg. Usually, that was human traffickers and child molesters. Today it just so happened that someone had sought her out for something a little more interesting.
She took another sip of her drink and tugged her phone out of the pocket of her shorts. 9:57. She still had a few minutes before her guy was supposed to show, but didn't he know that being on time was like being late? She'd told him she'd be here at Numérique, and to look for the woman in a binary code shirt and fishnets, but she wasn't sure exactly who she was expecting to join her.
Dalton Dodge
