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Torch Songs 7/?

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Just a discreet slip into one of Gomorrah's hotel rooms and the Courier would be assured of privacy. It was a place where undercover Legionaries were given a wide berth if recognized, and overlooked if unfamiliar. If she was recognized, she had enough on Cachino that he wouldn't try to escalate their war of blackmail if it wasn't absolutely necessary. He was an odd one to manage- she would give him her customary smile and glimpse of cleavage during negotiations, but never let it go farther than that. There are some men you don't try to play, at least not without a poisoned cocktail nearbye.

The Courier's sweet-voiced spy was waiting for her in his room, his sunglasses off for once and his tie looser than before.

"I came as soon as I could. Oh Vulpes, thank you so much for meeting me in the city!"

"An easy matter to arrange, given your preference. Mister Fox has enough business among the profligates that a residence is not out of the question."

The Courier slipped off her stole, revealing her sleeveless (and backless) dress and the curves it hugged.

"I guess I do like it better here. That camp puts me on edge. Shall I fix us drinks?"

"You know I do not-"

"Just for me, then." The Courier went over to the mini-bar the room had come with and made a show of pouring herself a great deal of vodka. Vodka, of course, was colorless, making it all the more easy for her to pour ice water when Vulpes's back was turned.

Returning, she took a large sip and appeared to shudder. Always make your opponent think they have a greater advantage than they do...

"Now then. I know you want me to work for you, but you have to understand my difficulties. The way the soldiers look at me- I even heard some of them talk about trying me out!" Actually, Siri had, but it didn't do to give away allies.

"The talk of soldiers, nothing more. If it upsets you, though, I promise I will cut out the tongue of the next man to speak such things." Vulpes motioned for her to sit beside him, and when she did, he placed his hand gently on her bare thigh. His hands were more calloused than she had expected, but she gave no sign of discomfort. Boone's hands were rough as well- it seemed to be a gunman's trademark.