Go make an appointment with the assassin

[technophantom]

WHO: saicopath & technophantom
WHERE: The City Scrapyard where a ton of razor sharp detritus just waits to be used as offensive weaponry
WHEN: Some obscene hour of the morning when no man or woman should have to be conscious
WARNINGS: Two really unstable guys having a chat perfectly normal nothing to see here.
SUMMARY: Ghost invites Bullseye to come chat with him away

Comments

[saicopath]

"You sound a little paranoid there, Ghost."

His tone was amused, the hint of a laugh just beneath his words. He knocked the ash from the end of the cigarette and had another puff, considering Ghost's offer. Keeping Daredevil distracted was what he had planned anyway. He smiled, baring all his teeth.

"You get me all the information I want and Daredevil won't have time to even think about you existing."

[technophantom]

"Paranoid is what the elites call a man they can't catch and wish to discredit."

He opens his hands in a helpless gesture, shoulders bobbing in a shrug.

"It would be evident to him where you got that information, if I gave you all of it."

[saicopath]

Bullseye's smile became hard, his eyes narrowing.

"I'm a professional, Ghost. I'm not gonna use it all in one pop."

[technophantom]

"Surely not." It was hard to read sarcasm or honesty through the vocoder, through the flat, disaffected voice.

"Give me some time. He's not an idiot, it won't be easy."

[saicopath]

He inhaled deeply, savoring the rush of nicotine before slowly exhaling through his nostrils. While Ghost talked, he idly wondered what screaming would sound like through the vocoder--annoying? No. Funny. Definitely funny.

He shrugged, carelessly flicking the cigarette butt to the ground below.

"I'm in. When do we start?"