Xipe’s avatar in the virtual world blinked as he sat back and tried to take note of everything the Johnson said. “Being one down could be an issue, especially against the top 10” he mused. As the others in the group started to talk price he started doing logistics in his head.
“Top 10 means A level security and possibly elite level corp sec guards.” This thought made Xipe’s avatar frown as well as his meat body back in the real world. Listening to the arguments for more pay made by his new cohorts he found himself nodding along.
Thinking more about what the Johnson had said he raises his hand, the image flickering from some sort of feedback. When the conversation paused he interjected, “Senorita Rampling, where is this facility and which of the 10 are we talking about. This would seem to be important to our determination of price. Also what is the rough size of the prototype you wish retrieved and what Intel do you have for us about the location and the target?”
Xipe’s avatar adjusted itself in the chair in an uncomfortable looking motion before he continued. “These details or lack thereof could vastly effect the success of this little joy ride.”
Xipes avatar shorts out of a moment and a trid show appears where his head goes. An older woman’s face drops in and says “Of course Archie, Ill get you another beer.” And then the face is gone and the usual every man face of the avatar returns, Xipe obviously oblivious to what just happened.
