vilientis
“i was told someone with a rank requested an audience. not… this. you’re in the wrong division. i don’t negotiate with malfunctions waiting to happen.”
vilientis
@spidercxre / “i’d tone down that overconfidence if i were you,” he commented, unamused. he stared at her for a moment, expression unreadable. “do you have a contract with the person you’re currently working with?” a stretch of silence followed— his typical pause when weighing an investment. then, he spoke again. “well. we’ll see how you do tomorrow. i don’t particularly care if you have a contract or not.” he lifted his wrist to check the time before giving a short nod. “be at the location at eleven. if we’re fast enough, we’ll be done within the hour. i doubt we’ll need more than that. there will be two others riding with us, so keep that in mind.” he gestured toward the door without bothering to look at her. “if you don’t have any questions, see yourself out.”
spidercxre
[@vilientis] As the folder was tossed her way, she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, moving them off the table before pulling the files closer for a better look. She flipped it open, scanning through the documents with a faint smirk while he went over the briefing. Arachnes was no stranger to dangerous assignments like this—such missions were practically routine in her line of work. From harvesting organs on desperado’s orders to terrorizing locals who got in the way, this one sounded almost too easy. “Seems simple enough,” she murmured, her gray eyes lifting to meet his with a soft chuckle. “We’re clear. Is there a time limit on this? Because if there is, I guarantee I’ll have it done ahead of schedule.” Her smirk deepened as she snapped the folder shut. “You have my word.”
vilientis
@spidercxre / he watched her closely as she made herself comfortable. he’d agree it’d been a while since anyone acted this carefree in his presence, but it was too early to say it out loud; instead he followed the way she crossed her legs on the table. he didn’t bother to hide the way his eyes scanned the cyborg’s limbs— the blades, the angles. interesting. valien skimmed the file, closed it, and tossed it back onto the desk as if the pages meant nothing. “alright, /darling/.” he tilted his head and leaned back in his chair, the word clipped and empty of warmth— more a retort to how she’d been addressing him than anything else. “you may have all these fancy add-ons, but if you’re going on a mission under me, you listen to my orders.” he knew value when he saw it. he hadn’t asked for her on this job, but he wasn’t complaining— if her skills matched her confidence, he might keep her close. he stood, grabbed another file with the coordinates and briefing, and tossed it toward her. “your job was to be backup. but i don’t want you standby until the mission forces you to move.” he jabbed a finger at the folder. “single-night op at the eastern harbour. you focus the adjacent yard warehouse. intel says they move in a shipment tonight and the final load comes tomorrow. your priority is to find the weapons, destroy the warehouse, extract any useful data, and report back to me. clear?”
