So she wasn't dead. That was good. And the meetup wasn't a scam. Even better.

Emmi grimaced at the picture (definitely not her best shot) before skimming over the words. Thanatos Medical. She knew the name well, and the rumors even better. It was a subject she saw frequently saw around hacker chatrooms, and even her father, way back when, would gossip about the sudden rise of the company. The Tinkerer himself, what with his Matrix Dive, was one of the few people Emmi almost respected. Almost.

Her gaze drifted to the dummy. Annoyance filled her eyes as she stared at the particular position of its hand. "Oh hardy har," she grumbled. Setting down her knife, she stuffed her hand down and grabbed the cash. Whoever this 'M1K3Y' was was some wiseass.
Emmi withdrew the bills and flicked through them. Five...ten...fifteen grand, just as promised. The job in question was no doubt a going to be a challenge. But Emmi liked challenges, and she loved beating challenges. 

"Alright, then." A small smile danced across Emmi's face as she stuffed the cash into her jacket pocket. "Looks like I'm in business."