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Originally Posted by tHEhERETIC
She follows him off the plane, careful not to get too much dust on her impeccable clothes. "Stoneman is good, I'm told. But I do alright. When you can call your boss 'Mike' and still respect him, you've got it good. It's just odd that David, er, Mr. Stoneman is bringing someone into San Francisco for a job. Granted, he won't find the likes of you in the city. What job requires your particular talents?"
Her tone never wavers, quiet, measured, a polite friendliness that seems to lack depth. It's as though she's asking about the music charts.
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"New contractor," he says, his own tone relaxed. "Need to feel him out a bit, see what he can do for us, maybe give him a trial run."
His legs eat up the ground without effort, always matching Velga's.
"How 'bout you, ma'am? Mike's kind of rough-and-ready, I hear. Wouldn't think he'd have much goin' on 'round these parts."