Far from the chaos on Omega, Odette was still bound to her bed. The woman hadn't seen the biotic since the first time, and little by little, the other patients in the wing had been moved out until it was just her. How dull it had been to be staring at the sterility, with nothing but her own mind to occupy her. Every chance she could get, she would sneak to the Terminal to communicate with her mole.
A young woman by the name of Deena, working at Afterlife - one of the few human exotic dancers. She was a perfect plant, paid well by Odette to gather information from rowdy patrons. The two weren't close. They had a professional respect for one another, and the true love was in the transaction. Money for information, tale as old as time. Odette had no doubt the woman was trustworthy. She was loathe to admit it, but the two of them were birds of a feather - more similar than either of them wished to admit.
It had been days now, and Deena had been unable to locate a certain...
arms dealer, and that was beginning to weigh heavy on Odette. He was either going to be her ticket out of here, or she was shit out of luck and would be on her way back to her station. Not that it would be the worst thing in the galaxy either.
"Anything?" she sent, through an encrypted route. A word or two was all that was ever needed between the two women. They knew the stakes.
"Negative."
the screen bleeped back.
Down the hall, she could hear footsteps approaching, with a raised brow she sucked in a breath through pursed lips.
"Find him. Tell him I believe him." Odette entered, sending the message without need to wait for a response. As the footsteps drew nearer, she took several well-timed, deliberate steps towards a bench and proceeded to stumble over it, groaning. "Urgh," she sounded out through gritted teeth, clutching the side of the bench with splayed fingers. The nurse approached faster, a look of concern etched across her overtly feminine features as she took hold of her patient with care.
"Place your weight on me," she said assertively, while Odette did as was asked.
"Sorry, I was trying too much again," she lied convincingly, playing the part of an injured soldier perfectly.
"Just get back into bed," the Nurse replied with a roll of her green eyes.
"Believe him?" scoffed a scantily clad woman, umber and violet lights strobing behind her in time to deep and thrumming music. The scene of alcohol was in the air. Her face was powdered with glitter. Her ashen blonde hair was tousled and tossed over one shoulder, skimming her elbow. She shut down the terminal, removing the chip to slip it discretely into her bra, tucking it between the underwire and her skin. With a shimmy, she made her way from behind the bar - a coy expression was worn on her heart shape face, and she made her green eyes bigger and more alluring as she swayed past the patrons.
"Yo, Deena!" she heard from behind her - a Drell, a regular.
"Hey Tayu," she replied in a husky tone - her voice a purr that was just loud enough to be heard over the music, and only by the ears of he who called for her attention. She watched as his eyes began to glow with feelings of lust.
"Dance for me?" he asked, taking a slow sip from his glass as he brazenly looked her up and down.
She approached him with an almost seductive spring in her step, leaning close to him - an arm either side of him as he felt himself pressed against the bar. Deena was more than happy to maintain the eye contact, watching him closely, fluttering her eyelashes just so that he would notice, be enchanted. "Can't tonight, honey," she whispered quietly into his neck before reaching behind the bar - pressing up to him to grab her jacket. "Shift is over, got other work to do."
As she pulled away, before she completely broke the spell, she planted a tender kiss on his cheek. "Next time, promise ya," she said with a smile before turning and walking away.
It was time to find the "Arms Dealer."
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