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Post by Floyd Lawton on Aug 14, 2013 20:19:08 GMT
Floyd adjusted the baseball cap on his head as he leaned against the brick wall of some building. From the smell of it was a bakery and Floyd's stomach growled. He needed to get that situated before he did anything else.
If anything went sour, he wouldn't need any necessary noises to draw attention to himself.
He lightly touched the wrist turret hidden under his coat sleeve. He's been following this guy for a week, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Today was the day and no two bit hero was going to get in his way this time.
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Post by Jennifer Ehle Lynn on Aug 15, 2013 0:15:13 GMT
Jen was off duty but as usual she was wearing her lab coat, even in the bakery. She was rather fond of the pastries here and they served decent coffee. She was nibbling on a chocolate eclair and sipping some of the caffeinated beverage. She really needed the caffeine after last night. She knew she was close to a break through so she had pulled another all nighter at the lab. Of course she was alone. She had few coworkers to begin with and none of them shared her dedication or motivation. Most of them were in it for the money. The thought sickened her. Money was never the issue. Of course she'd negotiate to get as much as possible, good for stability, but the only thing that determined whether or not she accepted a commission was the research. If it was intriguing and difficult she took the case no questions ask. She'd learn the details once she got started and she'd point out any problems to her funders. Not ethical dilemmas. Morals had no place in the scientific method. Best case scenario they delayed results. Worse case scenario the forbade experiments from being conducted. No the issues she brought to her financial backers were ones of practicality.
She scribbled furiously in her notebook. She had finally left the lab; but, she couldn't let the matter rest. She knew she was close to perfecting the formula. "Divide by 16 and carry the two," she murmured. Yes, the smart thing to do would have been to go home and sleep. But no she couldn't stop until she solved the problem. Caffeine, sugar, and a shit ton of motivation were all that kept her going.
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Post by Floyd Lawton on Aug 15, 2013 17:11:13 GMT
Floyd entered the bakery, taking note of a woman wearing a lab coat and scribbling something in a notebook. She wasn't the target he was after, this time.
He took a minute looking over their goods on display.
"Some bread," he told the counter woman. She nodded before cutting him a few slices of a fresh looking loaf of some bread he was sure he didn't know the name of.
She handed him some after he handed her a few bucks.
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Post by Jennifer Ehle Lynn on Aug 15, 2013 20:30:36 GMT
Shit. Coffee cup was empty. She stood up to refill it, collecting her notebook and pen as she did so. She never left them unattended. Her notes would make sense to few people. They were mostly equations scrawled out with no explanation. How well centered they were depended on her desperation and amount of sleep. The most recent equations were all over the place, sprawled between lines and nearly meshed together in places.
Jen must have been more tired than she thought as she bumped into someone holding bread as she rushed to obtain more caffeine. "Sorry about that," she said wearily. "Food okay?" She'd buy him new bread if it was an issue. She wasn't exactly strapped for cash.
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Post by Floyd Lawton on Aug 16, 2013 5:18:09 GMT
"It was until you bumped into me and I dropped it on the ground.." Floyd frowned, glaring at his fallen food.
He turned his attention to her, "I hope you're going to pay for that. That was my last couple of bucks."
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Post by Jennifer Ehle Lynn on Aug 16, 2013 20:33:09 GMT
Jen smiled wryly back at him. "Not a problem," she said pleasantly. Although she'd always negotiate to get as much money as she could for stability's sake she rarely used much of it. She had been debt free when she got her PhD. She'd even earned money by the time of her graduation as she'd been offered a stipend to teach; and, she'd already begun her illegal research by that point. And that was four years ago, before she'd openly searched for interesting commissions. She was able to accept so many more projects now that she was no longer teaching and writing her dissertation. And before people had approached her. Well..Now they still mostly approached her but her "advertising" was better. Those who wanted a professional genetics researcher without moral scruples to restrain her knew where to look. She didn't care what the research was used for be it ill will or good. All that mattered was that the projects be fascinating.
She didn't have expensive tastes. She loved her lab coat more than life itself. The clothes underneath it were secondary. Sure she'd buy the occasional book to keep her entertained on breaks but beyond that...There wasn't much she needed. Notebooks and pens were cheap and she had more of those than anything else. Her greatest expense beyond living expenses and books was her boyfriend. Three times a year she needed to buy him a present. Occasionally more if he accomplished something impressive. So yeah...She had tons of money just sitting in the bank. Her illegal work paid well.
Last couple of bucks, huh? He didn't look homeless. His last couple of dollars and he was spending it in a pastry shop? That was not a good way to stretch a dollar. Either he was trying to scam her or he was expecting more money to come in soon. Not like it mattered to her. Money wasn't an issue and it wasn't important.
"I'll buy you new bread and anything else you want to make up for it," she assured him. She doubted he would actually starve but she didn't mind giving him some extra money. He might be a test subject later down the line. Potential lab rats should be fed so that they could survive until testing time.
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