FLM - Not Without Permission

Diana hurried along the landing pad once arrived in Brookfell, a deep scowl on her face and a clear aura of bad energy emanating from her. Her informant and employee, Nori, was part of Cynic. She knew that and was fine playing both sides with him- since he cared more about money than any morality. So naturally, when he heard the rumors of a deal coming to take place in her clubs, he tipped her off for some credits in return. Diana didn't mind paying the man, but what she did mind was a deal being made on her property without her permission. Vewil was slithering behind her in tow, but honestly, the Seviper had a hard time keeping up with her in her rage. She had one of her lackeys bring a hovercar to the landing pad and stepped inside of it after just grunting at the man in greeting- waving her hand and digitally recalling Vewil into his Pokeball- an expense she'd afforded with her hacked system. The lackey was, for lack of better words, too intimidated to speak so he just moved into the driver's seat.

"To the Serpent's Fang."

She commanded, uncovering the TD on her wrist and going over some of the intel Nori had shared. The lackey did as was asked without any questions asked, and the car ride was silent for the rest of the way. Diana held a hand to her chin as she looked over the file, the images of the ones who wanted to use her club as a neutral ground. She didn't recognize them, nor were they part of any groups she held command of. Newbies, she came to the conclusion. People who wanted to score quick and easy under-the-table deals without thinking of whose the property they're doing it on. Upon arriving at the club, she got out of the hover car and looked around the area, reaching to cover her nose a little. The fresher air from Grovehart certainly spoiled her senses, as the dry dusty environment of Brookfell never did her nose any favors. The club itself seemed alright still on the front. The neon Seviper still bore its fangs over the door- and the noisy ruckus of music was loud, even outside. 

The driver lackey moved ahead of her, pushing away any people waiting to get in and got her to the front of the queue where she didn't even have to wait before being let in by the stammering and stuttering bouncer. Her reputation preceeded her, just a smidge. Once in the club, blasted by the EDM and the strobing lights, Diana strolled past the bar and up towards a guarded elevator, being allowed in by the bouncers there, too. Whoever was going to make the deal was in her VIP area, and she'd be damned if she let them get away with it. The elevator moved only a story or two up, the half walls and banisters revealing the party below- but up here was fancier. Tables and cushy sofas for the elite to rest their legs, enjoy a drink and a dance. And, ofcourse, make sanctioned deals. She pulled up her arm and checked the images on her TD again, looking left and right to identify the ones that were doing the deal before finally spotting them in the other end, tucked away in a corner. 

Clicking her tongue in disappointment, she closed the file and walked up to them. Her eyes glanced over the table and before her were a couple and a single man, in the middle of discussing. Next to them were various metal containers, each shut tight except for one- open and displaying a TD lookalike. She slammed her hand on the table, drawing their attention.

"Now. You have ten seconds to tell me what this is about before I have security drag you away and out of my building."

She started. No doubt the employees under her would have liked to release some pent up anger and such onto punks that broke the rules.

"What-- who are--"

"Diana. Diana Laine, the one who owns the building you're trying to deal with and, tsk, guess what? You didn't clear any of it with me, first. So. Now you're down to five seconds."

The man looked between Diana and the couple, stammering and stuttering before grabbing one of the boxes and holding it out to her.

"N-new cybernetics. Scanners and bugs that aren't affected by the standard issues EMP's and disables."

Diana took the box from the man, opening it up and looking at the content. She took the small chip out, no doubt some sort of software downloadable onto a hacked system.

"How much are you making of these?"

The man looked to the couple, and the girl- scantily dressed and obviously there just as a sidepiece, piped up- chewing a piece of gum.

"We were goin' ta pay two thousand."

"But the going rate is fi--"

"Sell it for four. I get eighty percent of the cut. Any future business done in my club will follow the same rules."

Diana interjected, dropping the empty box onto the table and holding onto the chip in her fingers as she tossed the seller a smirk.

"Consider it an inconvenience fee."