It was time for the operation to begin. For weeks, Bai Lan had been tracking a man they suspected of having information on RAPT that could prove useful in the near future. Sei was tasked with getting that information, and if at all possible, capturing the man. It was quite possible that he had even more information that he could give up after some... thorough persuasion. Their task was quite simple - the man had been tracked to a bar near the riverfront. Meg would be used as a decoy, to seduce and ultimately disable the man quietly. Jo was on standby, and would be awaiting the go-ahead to spring into action and create a disturbance so that the man could be extracted and they could leave. She sat with Amy in the red sports car she used to move around when she did not want to be noticed, as a giant blue trailer would have been a dead giveaway that something was up. Meg was getting into place now, while Jo was lingering around outside of the bar, ready to cause mayhem at the drop of a pin.
There was one thing that Sei was worried about though, and that was Meg's annoying knack of getting into trouble in situations like this one. If that happened, there were several contingency plans in place. This was an operation that had to succeed, no matter what happened. Hopefully, things wouldn't reach that point. Conditions here seemed favorable enough. Outside of the usual suspicious characters hanging around, there weren't that many people around. It was usually quiet during this time of night, before people got drunk and decided to start blasting whatever they thought would look better with a few bullets holes and hot lead inside of it.
She wasn't all that worried about herself or Amy in this situation, as the windows of the car were bullet proof and the vehicle had a very sturdy build. They would be fine, unless of course, a Cybot decided to use the car as a landing strip or for target practice. Call her conceited, but Sei was more than confident in her driving skills. "We're ready whenever you are Meg," she said into the communication device prepared by Amy.
Inside of the bar was a very different story. There were people everywhere, smoking, drinking, laughing, having as good of a time as they possibly could. People all over the places were playing drinking games, some seemed to be enjoying a game of Russian Roulette. People who didn't value their lives or the lives of others. This was one of the most dangerous places in Tokyo, not that Tokyo wasn't a dangerous place in and of itself. Of course, they were all armed to the teeth and none of them would hesitate to pull a gun on anyone here.
The target was a man they knew only by the name of Tanaka. He was a heavy set man with messy hair that looked to be a bit. . .greasy. It was not at all attractive looking, which would only make it harder for Meg to hit on him than it already would be. A job was a job though. The sooner it was done, the sooner they could get on to doing whatever else Bai Lan needed them to do.<|im_end|>
Inside, the place was lit by glow-globes and hanging lanterns, each private booth and dining table surrounded by fluttering drapes of white silk, magnifying the lamplight, creating a creamy, flowing texture like vellum. The twitching brazier light cast a crimson, almost hellish illumination of the pitch-black floor below, creating the eerie sensation of falling through space...
At a corner table, a pale, long-fingered hand curled around the stem of a wineglass, bringing it up to ruby-red lips~ As she set it back on the glossy black table, Meg *stretched* languorously, displaying the curvaceous tightness of her silky crimson cheongsam; Beneath the long, trailing hem, her coltish legs whispered as the lovely redhead crossed them, enticing flashes of creamy thigh flickering through teasing gaps~!
There was a gentle scrape of fabric, inaudible as Meg leaned back in her chair with a sigh, the charms that lined her bound hair clinking against her hairpins, in a gentle susurrus; Appearing, all the world, to be thoroughly bored~ Idly, her fingers drummed a gentle tattoo on the obsidian surface of the table; A distinctive code that meant 'Target in sight.'
Now, seduction's a complex thing- Too little, and the target doesn't even know he's being, well, targeted- Too much, too soon, and it's all-too-clear that something is wrong...It takes an exquisite balance between subterfuge and interest, the gentle pressure of one's attention to oh-so-carefully draw the eye...Meg, however, was incredibly good at it. Right now, though, the lovely redhead's nostrils wrinkled, just a little, as she considered the greasy-looking man she was supposed to be putting the moves on; A burly middle-ager, slowly letting himself go- Not her type. Not at all~
Why aren't there any handsome targets?she pondered, glancing briefly skyward as she slid her chair back- Steeling herself for what came next! It was simple enough- Just get the absolutely grotesque guy away from his buddies...And Jo would take care of the rest, the way she always did!
"We're ready whenever you are, Meg," Sei's voice crackled, as if the woman herself was whispering in Meg's ears- Indeed, the complex charms strung in her ponytail concealed a fairly sophisticated audio suite, keyed to both transmit and receive...The wonders of miniaturization! "Copy that," Meg murmured, her voice low, lilting...The legs of her chair scraping against the tiles as she stood.
A girl alone in this bar, the favorite watering hole of the criminal underworld, was rare enough- An absolutely lovely one even more so! It wasn't a surprise that Tanaka's head turned as she drifted past- She could feel his gaze lingering on her, then her back, as she took a slow, indirect route to the bar. Taking care to brush one silky hip against him as she moved past!
A quick, heartfelt, if a trifle slurred, "Oh, I'm so sorry!" parting her full lips, clearly the worse for drink, with the delicate, mincing grace of a woman who wasn't quite drunk enough yet, Meg crossed to the dance floor; She'd had his attention, after all, his eyes roving over her lissome form as she swayed in time to the music, seemingly entirely entranced by the barely-legal beauty before him.<|im_end|>