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Old 09-28-2007, 02:11 AM   #47
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'Jerry' cleared his throat at the surprise interruption by another man at the bar. "Do you take a liking to eavesdropping, sir?" he asked the man. He smiled politely and went on, "Not that I object to the intrusion in the least. Though it makes me curious. Do you speak from experience?"

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The Terran Union representatives in New Chicago lived in perpetual fear of the Organization, for their lives were impossible to fully conceal. And any life that desired more concealment than it could obtain was a juicy prospect for a galactic network of information dealers. So when a call came into the Organization's central hub, requesting extortion-worth information on these people - with a very high payment promised in return - the Organization ran a search through the information they'd already amassed.

Then they dug further. When they were satisfied with the amount of information they'd gleaned, it was packaged neatly and sent away, bounced across the galaxy to a shuttle en route to New Chicago, where it found a home in a small chip, which was placed in a hairpiece now worn by one of the Organization's top hackers; Kathryn Davis.

Ms. Davis entered Henry Stark's casino looking as if she owned the place. A scan for weapons revealed none and she proceeded deeper into the building. She glanced casually at the bar, but there seemed to be nothing there to retain her interest.

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But Kathryn Davis certainly caught 'Jerry Taylor's' eye. A woman of above-average height and slim build, dressed in a floor-length midnight blue gown and black opera gloves, with her thick blond hair swept back into a stylish bun topped with a creative little clip, this woman was not one to sneeze at. Her cool blue eyes seemed to brush him once, but he detected no interest in her eyes. He chuckled and returned his attention to the woman who was paying attention to him... and the man who still had to answer his questions...

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Kathryn approached the private elevator and was stopped by security. She smoothly peeled down one of her black gloves to reveal a tiny tattoo on her left hand. It was a seemingly random pattern of lines that converged into a single line which trailed away up her forearm, the symbol of the Organization. The length of the single line on her forearm indicated that she was indeed high up in the Organization's hierarchy.

"Inform Mr. Stark that Kathryn Davis is here to complete his transaction with the Organization," she told the guards softly.
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