saoirse quinn
she/her
29
october 27
circhester, galar
bisexual
physicist / inventor
head scientist
every night i burn, dream the black crow dream
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Lulu Flint
Digging Deeper [C]
POSTED ON Jan 28, 2021 0:01:20 GMT
Amber eyes regarded him carefully as he showed her nothing in terms of a reaction for a long moment. She hit her cigarette and took a sip of cold coffee, reclining back in her chair some. Was it the wrong way to get the info to him? She tilted her head, her stare almost prying, asking him without asking him. He answered by taking out his phone and beginning with her payment. It wasn’t what she’d expected, but she wasn’t about to turn him down. He trusted her by proxy. Thanks again, Cil ( Cillian Quinn). Her phone pinged, and she checked it habitually. She blew air out of pursed lips. “Thanks.” Brain melting a bit from the sight of the number, she nearly forgot an important detail. She leaned over the table at him. “One more thing. I’ve encrypted everything in a way only the program on that drive can recover.” She reached into her jacket to pull out a couple of pieces of small, lined paper on which somewhat sloppy handwriting explained an installation and decryption process. It also listed a phone number, which was different than the one whoever might have had on file with Team Rocket. Lulu laid the folded square on the table in front of him and tapped it with the pads of her fingers. “There’s a number if you have any issues. Please don’t use the one they’ve provided you with.” When he got up, she raised her cup to him as though to cheers and let him leave without a goodbye. She sat in her seat for a moment, a smile warming her face out of sight as she waited for him to get a good distance before getting up and leaving as well.
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