Bronwean shut the door behind her a threw herself on the bed. The thought of tomorrow’s operations already started through her mind. She laid out her equipment, carefully checking and rechecking. She sat on the floor and recorded her blog. She could barely contain her excitement in the blog to her sisters.
She forced herself to sleep but she woke early. She dressed and ate. She cycled past a yawning Al as she go to the plaza with 15minutes. The day was fast. Al blanched more than one as she wove through traffic shot, lights and took nonsensical routes. Between the jobs her friends invented she sat on banks and verges sunning herself and planted cameras as she chased the sun or paused to take a call. She was done by lunch time to be honest but she continued till 3. She didn’t return after Connor’s last job.
She showered and changed before she called Giddget to arrange the visit and warn her she was not alone.
“track, cash” she remembered “awww how gonna have that kinda cash, I’m so fracked. Can’t ask the team I look so amateur. Awww I don’t wanna, frackymfrackynfrack frack, arse biscuits!” She leaned back looking at the ceiling
She started at her ‘link like it was a snake. She took a deep breath
“Connor? hi” she said unable to hide her demeanour.
“I know that face, what do you need? ”
“I need to do a deal, they want cash, I don’t have cash I got certified”
“ok so we can do a swap whats the problem.”
“I thought you’d have a price”
“I do but it just making my day easier, you ARE going to be my plus on to the Seattle municipal ball. Don’t get mad, I was going to ask you as a favour, just get my family off my back for a while or I’m going with someone they select and you know what that means. Please say yes and arrange a chaperone or some thing. Come to my office now we’ll do the trade”
Connor offices were in a grade b office block, the retacop on the front desk signed her in and gave her clipon badge
“BATSHIT! How is my favourite investigator? Please tell me you got it”
“yeah I got it, just gimme my frackin’ money Connor, I need to go wash”
“oh arnt we all sweetness and light today”
“money connor”
“office Batishit”
Popping gum and banging in to things she followed him
He smiled “ok somewhat you got?”
She threw the credit stick on the table
He scanned the stick, and whistled ” business is good” he eyed her with a look she had never seen before, cold, calculating only to see it replaced with concern or sadness “what are you into Bronwean? Please stay safe. And here is your penance and my salvation” he passed her a roll of 40 500notes and a crisp, cream envelope “you got time for a coffee?”
“no I got bizz tonight and I need sleep” she winked at him and turned to go walking out of the
“awww come on batshit”
She did not look round as she strode out of the office holding up the bird.

She got out side and messaged tanya/Ai song <<eep! Help. Got a very you personal problem>>