Dee sipped her tea from a mug and stared out of the window towards the old Victoria station. The rain was falling, as was it’s tendency most days these days, and though it was the middle of the day the skies were dark and neon bathed the streets.
Once one of the destinations at the heart of London’s transport network, Victoria was now little more than a dirigible mooring station, the once endless stream of trains now a thing of the past and long replaced by the overland maglev’s than sprawled across the city and onwards to all corners of the country.
“You going to eat that?” Drax said motioning to Dee’s bacon sandwich. It had been a long night bringing in Carlo and he was still rather peckish.
Dee shook her head as she watched the swarms of delivery drones buzz high above street level and disappear into the mists that covered the tops of the hab zones.
“I don’t like this Drax, not one bit. It’s going to get us killed.” She said watching the rain run down the window of the small café.
“Or” he said taking a large bite of the sandwich “or it could make us rather rich Dee.”
“It could make us rather dead more likely.”
“I will have you know that no one kills Drax the destroyer Dee, no one.” Said Drax with a mouth full.
Dee rounded on him. He was damn good at his job, and unnervingly lucky, but he was also incredibly annoying when it came to anything other that killing.
“Bloody hell must you persist with that ‘destroyer’ nonsense. As if Drax isn’t stupid enough a name already, you really don’t need a nick name to compound it. And stop talking with your mouth full.”
“Do you think I should buy a cape” Drax asked,ignoring everything Dee had said and finish off the sandwich. “maybe something in crushed purple velvet?”
Dee sighed and looked back out of the window as a black taxi cab dropped down out of the mist and hovered just above the ground picking up a fare. A think man in a dark coat scurried through the rain and jumped inside before it shot skywards again. Turning back to Drax she took another sip of her tea.
“For one” and she raised a finger, “This is a recovery job. Hardly our thing given that we are not required to kill anybody.”
Drax nodded and shrugged.
“I’m adaptable.”
“Two, we have no idea where she is and we need to somehow recover her from the Zentras. Now the last time I checked they still controlled most of the north bank and are not to be messed with. Why would you want to do this.”
Drax grinned and Dee knew this was not going to end well.
“Did I mention that we would will make a ton of money? The sort of money that you need Dee. Now what’s the worse that could happen?”
Dee knew that the worse that could happen was likely considerably worse that she could imagine. The Zentras controlled everything from Battersea to the Black wall tunnel and were not to be taken lightly. They ran every racquet imaginable and then some and they loved their bio-augmentations which made them particularly problematic when coupled with their maniacal obsession with such ridiculous notions as honour and family.
“I don’t like messing with the aug’s any more than you do Dee but there’s a kid out there that needs to be found and I might actually have a way to get us a bit of intel. What do you say?”
For the briefest of moments Dee almost believed Drax’s sincerity.
“Exactly what intel might this be then?”
“My sister, she’s well in with…” Drax never got to continue.
“Are you kidding me?” Dee exploded. “After last time? Drax why is she any less likely to try and kill you now than she was before?”
Drax smiled broadly and winked. “She’s Zen now Dee, Zen don’t kill family…”
Afterwards 