[center][hr][h1][color=Seagreen]Olivia Verde[/color][/h1][hr][hider=Massive Attack - Black Milk][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=li-adM-qOwI[/youtube][/hider][hr][/center]


"Date?"

Olivia asked, smirking. "Sorry, but it's not one of [i]those[/i] meetings." She jovially said. Olivia immediately leaned back in the booth, and looked around. Putting her hands behind her head as she looked off to the side. "Place's not nice enough." She laughed.

Between the jokes and whatnot, Olivia was sizing up this so called [i]Vegas[/i]. According to her friend, Vegas was a bigshot within the criminal underworld. Olivia herself wasn't exactly the type who'd be working with these types of people, but she had no choice. She heard the fucker she's after came over to New Rivière, and since she's alone and has no idea about the city she's in, she (in effect) doesn't know her ass from her elbow. For now, she'll have to swallow her pride. Just for a little while. 

This Vegas was a toned type that didn't exactly look like the leader of a gang. More like someone she'd see at the gym. Before Olivia pushes her luck, looks [i]can[/i] be deceiving, and she'd rather not piss off a gang leader right off the bat. That'd just end horribly for her (With NEST on her, it isn't smart to add [i]an entire criminal organization[/i]). Keeping on Vegas' good side until she tests the waters would be a great idea.

"I'm Olivia." Olivia started off, "And I'm here to ask... a favor."

Taking in a deep breath, Olivia tried to find the best way to phrase this. She would need to find the best way to phrase this that'd keep Vegas interested. Well, money is the magic word here, but she'd need to start from the top. 

"I'm after a bastard," Olivia started off. She reached into her green jacket and produced a picture, sliding it across the table and presenting it clearly to Vegas. It was the picture of a strange man in black armor with his back to the picture taker. He was tall, and wore an outfit - a leather longcoat that looked like a cape, gloves, large heavy boots, and an orb-like helmet that had two red lights that were apparently his eyes, all black - that concealed his entire appearance. 

"[i]This[/i] bastard... I don't know anything about him, but he killed one of my friends, and I want payback." Olivia's tone took a much harsher, more serious tone. Almost like she was hissing out each word.

Calming herself down, she sighed. "I don't know anything about him, but I know he came over to this city, and I'm going to make sure that he [i]pays[/i]." Olivia started off. "Which is why I'm willing to pay you if you can point me in the right direction, at least. [i]Please.[/i]"

Olivia only knows that he's in the city because she heard someone who fits his description killing gang members.