[ He's tried to keep to himself. Get work, get jobs that take him closer to home. At least till he heard about everything that happened to the project. With the reds and blues. Wash. Everything. Shit went down and he- well.
Adapted. Found somewhere to stay that wasn't so damn obvious. Did odd jobs. Even without Delta he's damn good at what he does, encryption, decryption. The lovetap that Reggie gave him is more than enough reason for him to not do any actual field work though. Mostly he just creates a bump key and sends it along- or has them send the drive to a dead drop, decryption it, and sends it back. Payment's never done in person. He's always been paranoid as hell.
He's got more reason to try to keep out of the way. But this?
Vic promised a huge payout. A huge fucking payout. For cracking a door that'd be relatively easy for him and seems 'right up his alley'. Vic doesn't know much about him other than his skills. He tries to keep it that way.
Still. Meeting the employer in person? Not something he's done in awhile. He doesn't wear armor. Doesn't have to. Doesn't HAVE any to wear and that does peg him as a civilian faster than anything else. And he kind of needs that distinction. Don't mind him, he's just grabbing a drink. It seems normal till he sees that armor in THAT color combination. Gives him pause.
No way for him to know and he's not about to try to ask. He just swaggers over to the booth and slides across, trusting his grown out hair, his beard, and his sunglasses to hide his face enough. The fairly decent imitation of Reggie's accent helps with the rest. ]
Don't suppose you have a light, mate? [ Smoking to sooth his nerves is one thing, but it's always a good way to make sure the other person doesn't have a gun in their hand under the table. ]
Whoops shoulda left a note
Adapted. Found somewhere to stay that wasn't so damn obvious. Did odd jobs. Even without Delta he's damn good at what he does, encryption, decryption. The lovetap that Reggie gave him is more than enough reason for him to not do any actual field work though. Mostly he just creates a bump key and sends it along- or has them send the drive to a dead drop, decryption it, and sends it back. Payment's never done in person. He's always been paranoid as hell.
He's got more reason to try to keep out of the way. But this?
Vic promised a huge payout. A huge fucking payout. For cracking a door that'd be relatively easy for him and seems 'right up his alley'. Vic doesn't know much about him other than his skills. He tries to keep it that way.
Still. Meeting the employer in person? Not something he's done in awhile. He doesn't wear armor. Doesn't have to. Doesn't HAVE any to wear and that does peg him as a civilian faster than anything else. And he kind of needs that distinction. Don't mind him, he's just grabbing a drink. It seems normal till he sees that armor in THAT color combination. Gives him pause.
No way for him to know and he's not about to try to ask. He just swaggers over to the booth and slides across, trusting his grown out hair, his beard, and his sunglasses to hide his face enough. The fairly decent imitation of Reggie's accent helps with the rest. ]
Don't suppose you have a light, mate? [ Smoking to sooth his nerves is one thing, but it's always a good way to make sure the other person doesn't have a gun in their hand under the table. ]