Recruitment [Tyrion]

[Minque]

Miranda Lawson

Miranda had arrived at the Citadel the day before. She'd scouted the club when she was sure her target wouldn't be there, surveying the fashion and decided that what she had brought with her was inadequate compared to the flashy things people were sporting. While Miranda was sure she could command attention even while wearing something atrocious, she did not want to test that theory with someone The Illusive Man had personally asked her to recruit.

Now, when she walked into the club, she was much more eye-catching. The cap-sleeved red dress skimmed the tops of her knees, hugging every curve of her body. It was mildly annoying to be in something she couldn't easily run in but she'd decided her usual uniform was - while certainly distracting - not entirely appropriate for the atmosphere of Flux. The square cut of her neckline was not as revealing as some of the dresses on people in the club but Miranda's ample cleavage didn't need to be enhanced. The whole outfit was meant to be provocative without revealing too much skin; a stark contrast to some of the things others were wearing.

She sauntered further into the club, black heels reflecting the strobe lights of the dance floor as she passed it. Her eyes scanned what parts of the room she could see, searching for her target, but she didn't immediately see him. If he was already here but on the upper floor, eventually he would have to go to the bar. If he hadn't arrived yet, then the bar was most likely to be the first place he'd go. Unlike many other clubs, this one's bar wasn't full of people shoving past each other trying to get their drinks order in first. She did not like the idea of being lost in the crowd.

At the bar, she ordered herself a non-alcoholic apple-flavoured drink. She was not a big drinker and drinking while on a mission was one of her big taboos anyway. Picking up the glass that was slid across the bar to her by some mildly attractive woman, she took it in hand and leaned casually against the bar, sipping at it and waiting.

It took all of twenty seconds for someone to sidle up to her. Buzzcut, human, muscled, scar across the eyebrow, dogtags out for the world to see - Alliance. Not her type and certainly not her target.

"Hey, babe-"

She cut him off before he could say something that would annoy her even more. "You're not my type. Go away."

"You like women? I can get on board with that." The man waggled his eyebrows as if they were the perfect way to get into a woman's underthings.

Miranda's eyes narrowed and she smiled, red-painted lips curving up into something that suggested that behind the smile was the promise of castration. She was used to fending off unwanted advances but she wanted to seem like the type of woman who invited company. It would be so much less suspicious for her target to approach her than for her to go to him.

"You have exactly five seconds to vacate my vicinity before I decide to emasculate you by making you crawl out of here." The man didn't budge. "One."

She got to three before the man decided that she was serious. With a roll of her eyes, she took another sip of her drink. Amateur.

[The Illusive Man]

Tyrion Kingston

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Tyrion wasn't a big gambler despite his overall luck with jobs and getting away unscathed, but he did like to test his credit's limit at the gambling machines in Flux. He also wasn't a big clubber but there were usually human women in Flux and one was usually pretty enough for Tyrion to give a toss. For someone who enjoyed women as much as Tyrion did, one would think Chora's Den would be his ideal spot to go to. But the exotic dancers were primarily asari and Tyrion did not want the squid heads shaking their bits in his face. He doubted he'd be able to get to a waste bin to throw up from seeing the sight.

Now he was still playing quasar and he put about fifty more credits into the machine and once again went over the number that you needed to be under, "Bugger..." Tyrion mumbled, hitting the side of the machine with the palm of his hand before he backed away. So much for that luck, it apparently didn't transfer over to gambling machines. He turned and went to the stairway that led back down to the main floor. He glanced over the left side of the stairs and looked to see if any women were on there. A few were but Tyrion liked to survey the area before making a final decision on women. Always best to find the more attractive one before going to the runner up.

When he got down to the floor he saw some meathead Alliance walk by in a huff. Some men were never lucky with women and he looked like he was trying to make a graceful retreat. Can't be very graceful when your the size of a krogan though. His eyes moved over to the bar and thats when he saw her. Dark hair, a red skin-tight dress, legs that stretched miles and an ample chest. Tyrion's eyes zeroed in on her and gave a small smirk while he continued to look her over. Bulls often chased after the color red and tried to gore the bullfighter. Tyrion went to the bar in a beeline, hoping the spear this woman with his own brand of horn.

"Gin martini," he told the bartender with an easy smile, deciding to stand a fair distance away from red dress. When his drink was giving to him, he slid down the bar to be at her side and took a sip from his drink with a smile. "I come here fairly often but I have not seen you here. I would have notice a dress like that before on a body like yours."

[Minque]

Miranda Lawson

Miranda would have spotted her target earlier if she wasn't momentarily inspecting her nails to make sure there were no chips in the lacquer. As it was, she didn't notice until he leaned against the bar and she recognised the voice from the few surveillance vids attached to Mr Kingston's file. She took a sip of her drink, still seemingly inspecting her nails while she monitored him in her peripherals.

It wasn't until he finally moved toward her - like she already knew he would - and spoke that she looked at him. She did the patented once-over. Smart-casual clothes; a black blazer, white button-down shirt, jeans, black shoes. Even though she couldn't see it, she knew there'd be a shoulder holster underneath the blazer with a Locust tucked into it. Miranda had neither her Carnifex nor Locust on her but she didn't need either of them to defend herself.

"Perhaps I've been here before, I've just been wearing a plainer dress," she said with a smile that said she liked what she saw after raking her eyes over him.

She found it easy to slip into the role of seductress. She rarely had to use it but her hated father's genetic meddling had given her the looks so why shouldn't she use them when needed? Miranda always firmly had the upper hand and she failed to see how it was degrading to use her body to get what she needed. With some people, this kind of persuasion worked far better than a gun to the back of the head.

"Miranda." She held out her hand for him to shake or kiss - whichever he felt would work on a woman like her. "I actually just got to the Citadel yesterday. I find myself incredibly lonely without friends here."

[The Illusive Man]

Usually Tyrion walked around in a tee-shirt, his duster, jeans and boots but that would make him stick out like a sore thumb in a place like Flux. People dressed nice here and while Tyrion liked to be comfortable and efficient (and look damn good) he decided to fill his apartment on the Citadel with nice clothes. The esemble he threw on tonight served its purpose well when he went to Flux: look handsome and have the women want to get into your pants. Of course, he carried his Locust in a shoulder holster under the blazer and he always had his tactical cloak ready at a moment's notice. Would be a shame if he looked handsome and dead.

"Even if you were wearing a plain dress, I would have noticed that body from a mile away." Tyrion said with a smirk, still looking over her body while he took another sip from his martini. He saw her eyes make an elevator-like journey up and down his body. Tyrion always liked to think that women were undressing him with his eyes whereever he was. His own eyes glanced up and down her form and he returned her smile that she gave him. He had just been doing his own eye-undressing and he liked what he saw very much.

"Tyrion," he said, taking the hand Miranda offered to him with his own while he leaned down to kiss the back of her hand while keeping his eyes fixed on hers. He gave her a little smirk after the hand kiss and leaned his head back up. Hand shaking was so bland and Tyrion found that women liked this kind of sappy stuff like hand kisses, like they were princess. Miranda didn't seem the kind who liked sappy stuff, she looked like the kind of woman who knew she looked good and got what she wanted because of it. Tyrion liked those kind of women.

"Ah, I knew you hadn't been on the Citadel for very long. I'd remember someone like you. Are you from good ol' Earth, Miranda? I detect a hint of an accent...Australian perhaps? Been there a few times, never saw any kangaroos roaming the streets though." Tyrion said with a feigned dejected sigh. "Lonely, are you? Many ways to fix that, you know." He inched a bit closer to her, the front of his hips a few inches from her side, "Company for one helps heal the sting of lonliness. People say I'm smashing good company." By people, he meant women. Tyrion could gauge when they were being real with him and more often than not, they left pleased. They wern't very pleased when they realized that he wouldn't contact them again. Ah, well, carpe diem and all that.

[Minque]

Miranda Lawson

Miranda found Tyrion attractive but the once-over was more for effect than her actively undressing him with her eyes. Her mind was focused wholly on the fact that she would have to attempt to recruit this man. She did not want to have to sleep with him to do it, even if the act itself would likely not be unpleasant. She had no particular urges to satisfy at this moment and could go longer without having to give into the most carnal one.

Her thoughts were held tightly behind her mask of the confident siren though. At the kiss, her smile broadened and she wet her lips, tongue darting out for a fraction of a second and leaving her full lips enticingly parted as it retreated. These movements were well-practiced and deliberate, intended to send a man's brain instantly into the gutter and firmly keep it there before higher brain functioning could really get a foothold.

"A pleasure to meet you, Tyrion." Her voice sounded like chocolate-covered sin, melting across her words and over his name leaving her lips for the first time. "I am indeed Australian. I'd say you were British - and actually from Earth since you don't have that lilt from a mainly-British colony enclave."

Of course she knew where he was from. What little bit had been in The Illusive Man's dossier for her had given her enough information to weave her way through a conversation with Tyrion. There hadn't been too many details though. After all, Cerberus stayed secret by having each group isolated from one another. If one was compromised, the loss of personnel and information was unfortunate but it was just that little group that would be lost. Despite Miranda's standing with The Illusive Man, even she was only privy to what he wished her to be privy to.

"I could use good company for the night," she said with a glint of wickedness to her eye. "I could educate you in all the things to do with Down Under."

The fact that she was offering just one night would not be lost on him, no doubt. He seemed to have an allergy to emotional commitment - something Miranda could relate to - and to have a beautiful woman want nothing more than what he evidently wanted would likely be too much of a pull for him to resist. After that, it was only matter of getting him somewhere quiet and alone to steer the conversation to business.

[The Illusive Man]

Tyrion Kingston

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Tyrion had not missed the quick movement her tongue made as it darted out to lick those red lips when he kissed her hand. The movement left her mouth parted slightly, almost inviting him to just lean over and kiss her. With tongue, of course, because what would be the point? It'd be dull. But he hold back that baser urge when he leaded his head back up. Some woman liked forwardness, but that kind of forwardness usually ended in a slap or a knee in a place you don't want to be kneed. Miranda was giving all the right signals though...

Ooh, her voice sounded divine with her accent making it even better. Tyrion, while he had his own accent, did like accented women. They were usually more interesting for the time he knew them. The way she said his name made him suddenly declare that he'd try his damndest in making her scream, moan and sing his name over the course of the night. He wouldn't have to try hard, but that was because Tyrion did not lack in confidence. A smirk played over his face, "I am indeed from England on Earth. The colony worlds are just tossers trying to be naturally british. I'm the bonafide bloody article." Yep, Tyrion did not lack for confidence.

His smirk turned into a grin at her innuendo. Oh, she was clever too. Maybe it wasn't the most orignal of innuendo but Tyrion didn't really care. Miranda was showing all the classic signs of being 'hot to trot', "I could be that company then. I think I know my fair bit about Down Under but learning a few new bits and bobs wouldn't be an adversion. Provided I had a very thorough teacher..." His own grey eyes had their own glint and he took the last swig of his martini before setting a chit down on the bar, a non-verbal signal in showing he was ready to leave.

[Minque]

Miranda Lawson

The Illusive Man had not given her a deadline for this recruitment, only the task of getting it done. Usually, she would have felt out a target over a few days. She was sure she could keep Tyrion's interest so long as she denied him what he so obviously wanted but she already suspected he'd be receptive to the idea of working for Cerberus... she just wasn't in the mood to sleep with him to get his allegiance.

"I'm very thorough. I'll even give you a grade at the end of the lesson, if you like." Despite her lack of want, she knew how to play the game.

Her eyes flickered down to the credit chit he placed on the bar before looking back up at him, one side of her lips turned up into a insolent smile. Internally, she sighed. While she wanted to get this over and done with, if she followed him to an apartment or hotel room now then he'd expect things to quickly degenerate. Saying out of the blue that she was actually there to recruit them for a secretive, human-first organisation was generally not the way to go around these things. It was supposed to be subtle, a natural insertion of anti-alien sentiment into the conversation that built slowly from there.

"What's the rush? Even when the kill is guaranteed, there's a pleasure to looking down the scope at your target before you take the shot." She pushed herself off the bar, leaning toward him so her lips were just inches from his, her perfume engulfing him and her breath just whispering against him. "Besides, I haven't finished my drink yet."

She turned away then, having spotted an empty table in a corner that would offer both relative privacy and less noise from the dancefloor. Throwing him a teasing grin over her shoulder, she made her way to the table with more sway in her hips than necessary. He would follow; she knew. Apart from her looks, he had a penchant for dangerous women and her analogy had suggested that she was not simply sex on legs.

Perhaps the fates were smiling down on her for once, but a turian took the opportunity to slide his chair out and stand abruptly as she walked by. He jostled her, spilling half the contents of her drink on the floor. None got on her - thankfully - but it gave her the perfect reason to get into a conversation about aliens. When the turian didn't even apologise, she could have kissed it for giving her even more fuel for the fire.

The table was still mercifully empty when she reached it and slid into a seat. Her eyes were fixed on the retreating back of the turian, an annoyed look on her face that she made sure Tyrion could see.

[The Illusive Man]

Tyrion Kingston

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Tyrion wanted what he wanted and he needed it now. What he needed now was Miranda and her dress on some hotel room's floor. She gave him a little smile that seemed to tell him that she wasn't ready to leave yet. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly at that smile, Tyrion wanting nothing more than to just leave now and have his jollies.

His furrowed eyebrows smoothed out and one rose up at her anology of looking through a sniper scope to savor the kill while you line up the shot. Tyrion could appreciate that, being a sniper himself and understanding that feeling. What was surprising was that this woman used an anology like that. He grinned when she leaned closer to him with their mouths being mere inches apart, the smell of her perfume washed over him. He leaned forward slightly as if to catch her lips but she turned away then, he letting out a little sigh of frustration.

"Alright, Miranda, let's savor the scope shot before going for the kill." He turned his head to the side slightly with a smirk to match the teasing smirk she threw over her shoulder at him. He watched her walk to the free table he saw with a sultry swag of her hips, his eyes firmly glued to that while he reached with an unseeing hand for his chit and the gin martini that filled itself again when the bartender came past.

Tyrion grabbed his drink and followed after Miranda, seeing the turian stand up abruptly. It caused Miranda's drink to spill and Tyrion's mouth went narrow as he saw the blatent disrespect the lizard man gave by not even apologizing and just turning away. Aliens, never being proper and giving respect to humans, like they should. This was why he had joined Cerberus before, having grown up in a household were xenophobia was part of everyday life. He sat down at the table Miranda chose and turned to look at the retreating turian also, her annoyed look not lost on Tyrion. "Bloody aliens, thinking they own the whole place. Tosser probably didn't even apologize to you, right? Damn lizard people, did you want another drink?"

[Minque]

Miranda Lawson

As expected, he took the bait. She would have been disappointed if she had to work overly hard on this mission, considering his file suggested someone who had no qualms about discussing his dislike for aliens with appropriate people.

"I heard Flux was a very... human friendly place, despite being owned by a volus. I find myself disappointed by the diversity here," she said, the disdain evident in both her voice and on her face.

Xenophobia had been ingrained into her since she was seven. Lizards, squidheads, froghorns, jellyfish... all the derogatory names for all the different races were burned into her brain. She thought of those names before the actual races names whenever she thought about aliens at all. In a way, Cerberus might as well have been her destiny - if not ending up working for them the way she was now, then continuing to fund them the way her father had. She'd never had a chance to decide for herself whether aliens were anything more than something to loathe or not and now she had no desire to see aliens as anything more than a last resort when she needed something done.

She smiled, thoughts pulled away from anti-alien thoughts for a second. "I don't need another drink, thanks. I don't want to watch my target for that long before I take the shot."

That, and she didn't want to have to ask for a non-alcoholic drink or be forced to drink an alcoholic drink. If she was almost guaranteed to not have any work to do for the rest of the night then may have indulged in one drink. Her metabolism worked fast so one drink would not slow her reaction time overly much but it was still not something she wished to indulge in. Even after she successfully recruited Tyrion, The Illusive Man may have a task for her. It wouldn't do to have been drinking.

"You know, there are places for people with our sentiments. Organisations, even," she said, turning toward him in her seat and taking a sip of her drink. She watched him over the rim of her glass for any reaction of whether he knew what she was talking about.

[The Illusive Man]

Tyrion Kingston

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"Usually there arn't that many aliens lurking about in here. Bloody shame, really. Well, at least you have the company that is me to help you get through this difficult time of being bumped into by a lizard-man." Tyrion said with a smirk, taking a sip of his fresh martini.

Growing up in a household like the one he had, there was little surprise in how Tyrion's views on aliens species were. His father had a chip on his shoulder for some reason by the idea of there being races out in the galaxy that wern't like humans. Perhaps his father had been a racist and aliens were the new things to hate. Regardless, Tyrion's father took to the idea of xenophobia of the aliens races like a fish to water. He imposed the view on his wife and then onto Tyrion. His half-brother was not so easily cowed and ran away at fifteen to get away from the household. Why would Tyrion leave though? He was the apple of his father's eye, learned to hate aliens like a good boy and practically caused little to no fuss. In his mind, his half-brother was a tosser.

He gave a small chuckle, "Yes, scope in and watch your target too long and their liable to move behind something and your unable to get the shot." He looked over her again, making it seem like he was giving her a once over again but instead was looking for how she knew enough to make allusions about sniper rifles and shooting. Miranda did look dangerous enough in the dress she was wearing, hugging all her curves in the right places. He didn't see any gun on her person unless it was under her dress and attached to her leg. He didn't really care if she did, so long as he could pull that dress off her in due time.

Then the atmosphere changed and he felt an invisible bucket of cold water dump over him. Organziations that shared their sentiments. This wasn't normal drink talk, not by a bloody longshot. Cerberus wasn't a secret in its want to make humanity take their rightful place in the world and the Alliance knew about the group to an extent since the Illusive Man sent out his manifesto and the Alliance could never get a feed on him.

Was this a sting, had Tyrion been compromised, was this woman Alliance and she wanted him to show he was in Cerberus? Was she going to kill him when they were alone? He kept his face even and cool, seeing that she was looking over her glass at him. He wouldn't betray how he felt inside his head, he was too good at his job for that. He took a sip from his martini and gave her a little smile. "I'm sure there are. Lots of protest groups and whatnot always looking to bring the aliens down."

If she was going to kill him, she'd have to bloody well try her damndest.

[Minque]

Miranda Lawson

To the average onlooker, nothing between them had changed. Their smiles were still in place, their expressions calm, their bodies relaxed. She was not the average onlooker though. The atmosphere between them had changed. Oh, Tyrion Kingston was good, but Miranda Lawson was better. He knew what she was talking about. Curious. Certain people in the Alliance knew about Cerberus, certain well-off people knew about Cerberus, but for the most part they were little more than a whisper in dark corners. It wouldn't do to be a clandestine organisation if everyone knew about it.

"Yes, exactly," she said after swallowing her drink. "Groups lobbying politicians and the council - going through the proper channels."

And that was all she said about the matter. She turned the talk to more innocuous things despite her severe dislike for small talk. She asked about life on the Citadel; the best place for a quick meal, the cheapest dry cleaner, which clinic welcomed walk-ins. Innuendo wove its way through the conversation but Miranda deliberately steered clear of anymore allusions to guns and shooting. The atmosphere became less chilly but there was still an undercurrent of something she couldn't quite put her finger on - guardedness, suspicion, mistrust, unease. She wasn't sure and it raked at her nerves to not know.

Half an hour of pleasant talk later and they were done with their drinks. Miranda was getting bored with the small talk anyway. "Shall we?"

She slid from her seat and placed a hand on his arm as they walked out the club. Usually she was in a Cerberus safehouse whenever she was on the Citadel but for the sake of her cover, this time she was in a hotel. It was close to Flux - a deliberate decision on her part - and this late at night most people were either stumbling home from or stumbling to a bar or club. The people thinned the further they got from Flux and the little hub of markets it occupied until the halls were deserted.

[The Illusive Man]

Tyrion Kingston

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Oh, Miranda was good. Apparently the Alliance had gotten a tad bit smarter and sent one of the smarter (and by far more beautiful) lackeys after him. He'd deal with her like he had with other Alliance he had come across on his operations: cleanly and quietly. Miranda might be good, but Tyrion Kingston was better. It's a shame too, she was awfully pretty and had a body that any woman would envy. Shame he'd have to kill her.

Then the conversation turned to idle chit-chat about little things, steering clear of organizations that shared anti-alien thought. Tyrion answered all the questions with poise, clearity and like he was totally interested. While Miranda might loathe small talk because she was bad at it, Tyrion excelled at small talk. He talked a lot in a normal setting and while it was partly because he liked to him himself talk, he was a people person. Ironically though, he was a perpetual bachalor and lived alone for one so personable. Then again, he did have severe committment issues so maybe it wasn't all that surprising.

"Yes, lets." He said, giving her his arm like any sensible gentleman would (hah, Tyrion being a gentleman) while he escorted her out of Flux. This was it, the moment of truth. Who would win, a bombshell Australian with an arse you could bounce a credit chit off of or the dashing British infiltrator? Tyrion was going with the latter in that scenario.

There was a hotel near Flux (he had used it before) and felt that she was leading him towards that place. They passed the markets on the way there and then crossed into a deserted hallway. What better place to get the drop on her if not an empty hallway?

Quickly, Tyrion grabbed her arm that was on his and moved it to behind her back while he pushed her into the wall front first, his left hand holding her arm behind her while he stood behind her. His right hand had his Locust pointed at the side of her head, having pulled it out of his shoulder holster while he pushed her into the wall. "I'll give the Alliance credit this one time, at least they sent someone pretty to try and off me." The grip on her arm tightened and he pushed the barrel of his gun against her temple.

Being in close proximity like this, Tyrion managed to catch a wiff of her hair, "Ooh, apples." He said with a smirk.

[Minque]

Miranda Lawson

Ah, so that's what the undercurrent in the nightclub had been - suspicion. Good to know. A little annoying but she couldn't blame someone who killed people for a living to not be overly trusting, especially when Alliance intelligence made it a point to go after people who were associated with Cerberus.

Miranda had been held at gunpoint, seemingly incapacitated, plenty of times before. It took more than a gun to her head and one hand on her arm to faze her though. Even with her arm wrenched up painfully and a gun digging into her temple, all she felt was exasperation. She was confident in her abilities to get out of this despite Tyrion's much stronger grip and her general dislike of grappling.

"If you don't step away from me, Mr Kingston-" the use of his undisclosed last name was meant to be an indication that she knew exactly who he was, "-I will throw you halfway across the Citadel and crush every organ in your body under the weight of your own bones."

Her biotics flared for a second to show that it was not an idle threat but to also show good faith, she didn't let the blue aura linger and she didn't try to release herself from his grip either. Since The Illusive Man wanted him, killing him would be a last resort. Otherwise, she wouldn't have given him a warning of what she would do, she would have just done it and walked away. As it was, she sighed as he commented on what her hair smelled like. At least now she would no longer have to play the seductress.

"I'm unarmed but if I was hired to kill you, I would have done so as soon as you walked up to me," she said, voice almost bored. "The Alliance is not the one who pays me. I'm here to offer you a job."

[The Illusive Man]

Tyrion Kingston

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Tyrion had lived long enough to know to err on the side of caution and when he felt the change in Flux with the atmosphere, he decided that he needed to jump on Miranda (not in the way he wanted) and get what information he could out of her. He kept her arm pinned up on her back and his gun was still pointed at her temple when he heard her say his last name. That made Tyrion blink in surprise since he had never said what his last name was before in Flux. Perhaps not that surprising if she was an Alliance hitman to kill him that she'd know his last name. The organ-crushing, bone slamming biotics did not sound pleasant, though.

Tyrion thought she was bluffing with the biotics, but he felt and saw the tingle of biotics coming off her that he changed his mind. Damned biotics with their fancy powers. It caused him to back off of her, but he kept a grip on her arm and kept his gun pointed at her head. He liked his organs in place and now knew that she was not bluffing about biotically hitting him across the Citadel.

"You'd of killed me as soon as I walked up to you? Damn, your a cocky girl, arn't you?" Or confident, either or. Tyrion liked confident women and deadly ones also. Miranda was still fitting the bill in both those regards, but if she was Alliance then...oh, the Alliance was not paying her. Hm, to believe or not to believe, that is the question.

Tyrion let go of her arm slowly and removed the gun from her temple as he stepped back a bit to give her some space. He did keep the gun pointed at her chest, pointed at her heart. She probably had her shields up, but he could handle himself if bullets failed him. "Alright, Miranda, what is this job then?" Maybe it was something relating to his cover story that he was a merc since obviously Cerberus would not recruit him after being with them for fourteen years.

[Minque]

Miranda Lawson

"Of course I'm confident. I've neutralised better than you - even without my body as a distraction," she said, voice matter-of-fact rather than cocky. If she really was sent to kill him, her body would have been simply bait and she wouldn't have bothered with even a hello before shooting him. Unlike assassins in movies, real life ones didn't stand around talking about how they were going to kill people, they just did it.

He finally moved away from her and she pushed herself away from the wall, turning and pulling her dress back into place. She seemed completely unconcerned with the gun still pointed at her. Her shields were up and she had her tech armour always ready to deploy. She may be in something completely impractical for a fight but her omnitool was always combat ready.

"Not here." She shook her head, looking down each side of the little hall they were in. It was still deserted but Miranda was nothing if not careful. "But it has to do with what we were talking about in the bar - organisations."

She wondered if he knew what she was talking about. There were other human-first organisations but they didn't have paramilitary operations that warranted the services of someone like Tyrion.

Miranda motioned for him to follow her and she set a quick pace to the hotel, staying silent the whole way. She expected him to follow her out of curiosity now rather than the prospect of nailing her. She also expected him to have the gun trained on her until there were other people around, then he might move up closer and shove the weapon in her side. This late at night, she doubted they'd even see the receptionist, and they really didn't come across anyone on their way there or in the lobby of the hotel.