Flit had seen many creative pitches, but this one was certainly in the top ten. He had a gimmick and he played it to full tilt-his employers probably loved it. She was sure had had his own bosses. And they had their own. A neverending chain of money, power and fear-upwards and upwards. Doubtful the people at top ever saw the money that changed hands, or a spot of blood. They just had it done.
The Kid. Huh. Anybody who thought he was funny, probably didn't know how dangerous he was. It would surprise her if anyone who really did walk out on him, would ever reach the curb. No, in this business you had to make a name for yourself...
10% wasn't too bad, she guessed. But, who would try to skim first? That was the fun part. But...he was being generous with the numbers. Oh, they always were...to start, anyway. She remembered one of her friends who had taken a job without reading the fine print. Messed up-or maybe sabotaged. In debt to her broker she...well, she did what she had to do to survive, yeah...
Flit glanced around the TV and the room, looking for traces of electric or magnetic distortion. She was sure he was literally standing in the room in some way, via holograms or psychic manifestations. Or maybe an old fashioned two way mirror behind the bar. Somehow she didn't think a CC camera would be good enough for him.
"I'll do anything you need if the money is good. I really mean that.
As long as we're not like, setting fire to the atmosphere or anything. I draw the line at absolute genocide, but anything under that, just name the price...though my specialty is keeping your other employees alive to do their jobs, so if you're interested in a uh...'force multiplier'...I'm your girl.
Anyway, what are we supposed to call you...'sir'? 'Mr. The Kid'?"
Action: I have a hunch! Can I spot hows he's watching us? Any way he's viewing us remotely? Or perhaps not so remotely?