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Dadick paced nervously over and over on the same bit of carpet in their rented suite on Starbase 234: Unity. His nerves were reaching breaking point as he waited on the arrival of their would be employer whose icy demeanour was far more terrifying than the thought of currently being camped out on the front lines of an interstellar war between two Galactic Superpowers.
Rowl tried to ignore Dadick's pacing and present a calm front. His fingers beat out an agitated rhythm that seemed to provide the dirge for Dadick's repeated steps. "What time is it now," Rowl asked hoping that this would be over soon.
"Five minutes after you last bloody asked me!" Dadick snapped. "She should be on board the station now she'll be coming to us."
"I know... I just wish it was over with," Rowl said on a sigh. "What's taking her so long.... never mind .... forget I asked that... its just nerves I guess." He stood and started his own pacing, "I bought a bottle of whiskey when I was out earlier." It was as if the silence begged to be filled by something even if it was idle chatter.
"And I would love to have a drink now but if she comes in and smells booze on us..." Dadick let the sentence fall by the wayside. It was obvious enough what would happen.
Rowl nodded his head and after a long pause, "After?"
Dadick grinned "Of course, we'll have our paycheck to celebrate." The grin fell from his face as there was a hiss from the door opening and he automatically turned and bowed towards the door. "High Priestess, You honour us with your presence."
Rowl turned as well and repeated Dadick's actions, but allowed the other man to do the talking.
"Oh save the grovelling you pathetic wretches. I'm not here for you in any case, I'm here to deal with the target. Your job is at an end." She said in her matriarchal tone. It was odd despite her being over 60 she looked like she was still in her mid forties, her skin was still taught, her bearing elegant and proud as well as the sheer atmosphere of dominance that she exuded. Even Dadick whose tastes ran to women quite a bit younger than himself was despite his fear of her deeply attracted to her. He could only wonder if Rowl felt the same.
Rowl couldn't help it but to look the priestess over from top to bottom and quite approved of the whole package. He might have even tried to be charming if it wasn't for that icy stare. He did however pull out a chair and offered her a seat while asking, "Can I get you something?"
She sniffed haughtily "As if I would deign to eat or drink anything in this filthy hovel. Tell me where is the target?"
"She's staying in the temporary quarters at the moment.... waiting for her new orders or ship to arrive," Rowl spouted quickly and pushed the chair back in.
"Good" She said then spun to depart.
"High Priestess?" Dadick ventured softly.
What is it?" She said without turning back, though the venom in her voice was loud enough.
"About the matter of us being paid..." Dadick continued softly.
She gave a snort of disgust and waved to her aide standing in the doorway who handed out a briefcase each to both of the men. "As agreed upon." she said before walking out of the room.
Rowl waited until the door hissed closed and then smiled at Dadick as he reached into the nearest cabinet and pulled down the bottle of whiskey.
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Dadick Osfafin
Spy NPC by Ixus
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Rowl Aides
Spy NPC by Jass
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High Priestess
NPC by Ixus
