Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 30, 2010 12:41:33 GMT -5
Warm summer days. Dusty couldn't have asked for a better one, especially after the two busy days that preceded it. Now, she had some time to sit back and relax. She sighed to herself, a pleased smirk resting on her face as she sipped at a glass of whiskey. The bar stool she had dragged out was resting on it's back legs as she sat out front, watching the people walk around Night's Doorstep. Even the shady territory of Venus City looked a lot different during the day.
It was close enough to noon for Dusty to drag out a stool and bottle of whiskey. Her katana rested against the wall next to her and as she people-watched, she rolled over some of the information she had come across.
The bottle of perfume was being analyzed. She hoped she would be able to move on in her investigation from there. As for the rest of the info, that was only leading her to some elaborate guesses. There just wasn't enough to accurately figure out who was the top dog in Venus' underworld.
The warehouse she had just raided was written off by City Watch. That frustrated her. All the trouble she went to present a neat little package and someone had gone and messed it all up. Now, it was just a tragic accident.
Dusty sipped her whiskey. It was a minor set-back, in the end. Organizations like this couldn't hold themselves together for too long. All she had to do was keep prodding and she'd find a few more holes.
It was close enough to noon for Dusty to drag out a stool and bottle of whiskey. Her katana rested against the wall next to her and as she people-watched, she rolled over some of the information she had come across.
The bottle of perfume was being analyzed. She hoped she would be able to move on in her investigation from there. As for the rest of the info, that was only leading her to some elaborate guesses. There just wasn't enough to accurately figure out who was the top dog in Venus' underworld.
The warehouse she had just raided was written off by City Watch. That frustrated her. All the trouble she went to present a neat little package and someone had gone and messed it all up. Now, it was just a tragic accident.
Dusty sipped her whiskey. It was a minor set-back, in the end. Organizations like this couldn't hold themselves together for too long. All she had to do was keep prodding and she'd find a few more holes.