Post by ashpaz on Aug 11, 2008 22:42:15 GMT -5
The numb woman entered The Deck. One of her latest clients said it was a nice place to relax. There was no threat of law enforcement barging in, as secret as it was, and as heavily armed the bouncers and patrons were.
Surprisingly, Ace was carrying light. The cops had gotten too close to her during her last job. Her trademark cargo pants and black shirt had to go. The jeans Ace had picked up were too small to keep her rifle under wraps. However, below the knee the Levi’s were flared enough to allow her to holster a WIST-94 around her calf. Besides that she only had one knife on her. The rest of her collection she had secured in her locker up at the Shop and Range.
Ace was stopped by two of the ten burly security men. Why in the world were they wearing sunglasses? she wondered. It was far too dark in here to need them. Heck, how could they even function with those things on? She knew she would have been completely blind if she had those polarized lenses on her face.
Casually she put her hands in her pockets, her left hand wrapping around the handle of her small blade, the right around her silver Zippo for comfort. Ace’s eyes darted to the right as she heard a whistle. The bartender waved her in, dismissing the bouncers. With a cocked grin she took a seat on the nearest stool and chatted with the guy for a bit, getting a bit of history and the lay of the land of the place. Apparently he had been told to look out for a lady with hair like fire. With a cocked grin she took her first beer, on the house, and was told to take a seat on one of the empty puffy booths covered in smooth blue velvet.
Collapsing roughly in the corner so she bounced back, she grabbed a coaster and set her pint down after a deep sip. Slipping back into the comfortable seat she crossed her arms, waiting for the relaxation to hit.
Surprisingly, Ace was carrying light. The cops had gotten too close to her during her last job. Her trademark cargo pants and black shirt had to go. The jeans Ace had picked up were too small to keep her rifle under wraps. However, below the knee the Levi’s were flared enough to allow her to holster a WIST-94 around her calf. Besides that she only had one knife on her. The rest of her collection she had secured in her locker up at the Shop and Range.
Ace was stopped by two of the ten burly security men. Why in the world were they wearing sunglasses? she wondered. It was far too dark in here to need them. Heck, how could they even function with those things on? She knew she would have been completely blind if she had those polarized lenses on her face.
Casually she put her hands in her pockets, her left hand wrapping around the handle of her small blade, the right around her silver Zippo for comfort. Ace’s eyes darted to the right as she heard a whistle. The bartender waved her in, dismissing the bouncers. With a cocked grin she took a seat on the nearest stool and chatted with the guy for a bit, getting a bit of history and the lay of the land of the place. Apparently he had been told to look out for a lady with hair like fire. With a cocked grin she took her first beer, on the house, and was told to take a seat on one of the empty puffy booths covered in smooth blue velvet.
Collapsing roughly in the corner so she bounced back, she grabbed a coaster and set her pint down after a deep sip. Slipping back into the comfortable seat she crossed her arms, waiting for the relaxation to hit.