[locked to the-brat-sister]

[pink_is_thenew]

The ground here is made of concrete and spreads out for miles. There are hills and valleys, sure, but it's all the same dull, tan surface. Trees grow erratically up out of the cracks-- crooked, dwarfed. None of them are taller than five feet. None of them are close together

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[the_brat_sister]

After a moment, about a hundred feet or so away, there's the sound of a portal opening - and a rather pretty young man in dark jacket and a baseball cap sidles through, carrying a duffle bag slung ungracefully over his shoulder. "Feck," he grunts in a heavy Gaelic accent, shoving Pinpoint back in pocket and straightening his jacket slightly. "G'damned alleys."

He looks up and then approaches the other man lazily - though not unarmed, as he too has a concealed gun, discreetly tucked in a holster at the small of his back. And if karma is kind to him today, it will stay there.

[pink_is_thenew]

He raises his eyes.

"Hey," he says, voice firm but unchallenging. "You're the guy I'm supposed to meet?"

[the_brat_sister]

"S'what t'boss said," the young man replies casually, stopping about ten feet away in order to pull the duffle off of his body and let it collapse to the ground. "This be y'rs, I'm told." He kicks the duffle about five feet from him, for the other man to inspect as he likes.

[pink_is_thenew]

Carefully, he approaches the duffel bag. With his right leg, he nudges it open. He doesn't feel like taking his eyes off the man for too long, and kneeling down is simply out of the question. He's never dealt with such a big trade-off before, and like hell he's screwing up now.

[the_brat_sister]

The other man waits patiently, hands folded behind him in an unassuming manner. The bag itself is stuffed full with bundles of twenties, and a small portion of those appear to be new, but not all. It certainly looks like it would be the right amount, if not very close.

[pink_is_thenew]

"Okay," he says.

He nudges the duffel bag closer with his foot, while offering the briefcase out in front of him. Should the man chose to open it on the spot, he'll find exactly what was described-- diamonds, rubies, and various other rare gems, all carefully arranged by color and jewelry type. (He had some time with the stuff, all right?)

[the_brat_sister]

The other man, though appearing quite young, is not stupid, and gladly accepts the briefcase, flipping it open easily with one hand to check the contents. He cracks a slight smirk at the neatness of the arrangement of the jewels. "Y'been bored?"

[pink_is_thenew]

He's finally getting rid of them. Even now, this whole thing isn't really sinking in.

"I've been here a long fucking time." He signals vaguely to the briefcase. "I didn't know what to do with them. Is that it?"

[the_brat_sister]

"'less y'want something else, I suppose." The young man sort of grins a bit. "But you'll have t'clear that w'the boss."

[pink_is_thenew]

"I'm good." He takes the duffel bag with one hand and swings it over his shoulder, albeit with some difficulty. Jesus, this stuff is heavy.

He frowns.

"Who do you work for, anyway?" He hoists the bag a bit higher. "Y'know, so I know who to thank."

[the_brat_sister]

For some reason, the young man finds the question funny enough to laugh at for several seconds. "Brianne wil' do." Not that he's about to expose himself in front of a total stranger, no matter how harmless he seems to be. "S'all."

[pink_is_thenew]

"Okay." He raises a palm-- a stationary wave. "Then it's a pleasure doing business with you guys."

[the_brat_sister]

"O'course." The young man acknowledges the wave with a nod. "Later." And he turns, walking off (rather like a girl, actually) with briefcase in hand and fumbling for the Pinpoint. Time to go.