The Enforcer still had that wicked grin, but that wasn't where he had his mind at.
He needed not just to guarantee that the next words he said wouldn't land him in holding. He needed to turn this interaction around, figure out a way to get it in whatever direction 'Butt lady' had hers in.
[Cycle Exhausted | Bio Energy: 20%]
"Tongue-tied are we?" Enforcer Kijo asked. Jace gave no reply.
He had a really crazy idea…Mad even.
The moment the idea had taken hold of his mind, it just didn't let go.
Halo activate in three, He prompted the mental bot already craning backwards…crazy idea in motion.
[3]
His back craned to the maximum it could.
[2]
He switched to a backward lean. He went from sitting at a 90-degree angle, facing the Enforcer's screen to leaning all the way back to a 180, and facing right.
[1]
A view into the good vibe booth was his.
[Cycle Activated 3:1 | Bio Energy -3% ]
He studied.
The Enforcer in charge was another perfect human male specimen like his, the cubicle was a perfect copy of his…but the Denizen in the booth, something was different, he couldn't catch her face, just her definitely altered backside, but that was more than enough.
He found what he needed on her hand.
[Cycle Exhausted | Bio Energy: 17%]
He pulled himself back up into a 90-degree seating.
"You just keep messing up, don't you?" Enforcer Kijo began, but Jace paid him no mind as his hand went for those GO! GO! ENFORCER Digi-Bangles in a tube.
The moment his hands touched the bangle, the Enforcer paused mid-talk, his eyes on him as an interface popped up on his nano-bracelet.
The cylinder that held the bangles must have been projecting some form of Radio code, which he was now interacting with.
[SHOW SUPPORT TO THE ENFORCER CORP BY MAKING A DONATION AS A TOKEN TO PICK UP THIS SOUNVENIR]...the projected interface read, everything clicked as his eyes reached the disclaimer that followed.
|Please note that this transaction is independent of OMEGA and will be recorded as a Philanthropy type transaction, nullifying all use of said transaction as proof of service provided.
Advancement may be sporadic, but corruption was eternal.
|Credit Balance: 123…Jace dumped in 100 for 'philanthropy.'
The Enforcer's lips arched upwards…then it didn't.
"A 100 Credits!" he swore. "You must be daring or just plain stupid."
"You think we are that cheap?" he mumbled as he pulled up Jace's data from the denizen system and broke into a laugh.
"Oh! You are just wretched," he announced in between laughs. "You must be plain stupid to have the guts to try to grease Enforcer favour with such a paltry amount."
"Damn!, I just can't." Enforcer Kijo cursed in amusement as he leaned back into his seat, studying Jace.
Adea's Dada was hurt; that was the bulk of all he had…yet all it earned him was jest.
He needed to bump up Adea's tier, no matter what.
He leaned forward, "I can make larger payments." He whispered.
Enforcer Kijo crackled with laughter, banging his hands on his cyber deck in between bouts of laughter.
His hurt deepened, but he compartmentalized that *hit.
The enforcer had his laugh, then he leaned forward. "No payment you could ever make, will ever be able to impress me…Scrapper Jace."
Jace balled his hands. That was pure delusional talk, but correcting delirious adults was not his thing at the moment.
So he ignored the urge to lodge a hook on the screen in front of him.
"But I don't want this fun to end," the Enforcer continued. "So I will bite."
"You are bumping her up?" Jace asked excitedly, his anger non-existent at the moment.
"Nothing like that…The Hobogoblin you described, the cursed. I have a strong Idea of the gang it is." Enforcer Kijo spoke while phantom typing.
Jace was hanging on every word, before a beep on his nano bracelet broke his train of thought.
New Message
|Lanchester Abandoned Arena…Sender 097392
"That's their hideout," the Enforcer clarified. "Raid it…Negotiate with them…Do nothing…I don't care, but whatever outcome it results in when the process is finally initiated will serve as a good source of amusement."
Hideout in hand, Jace was suddenly at a loss for words to say, but he didn't need to, as his booth glow changed to red.
"Move along,' the Enforcer notified speechless him, an ugly smirk on his cheek.
'Amuse me alright," he added as Jace stood. Jace wanted to bash the screen so much, but he needed Adea more; he controlled himself, but did have his revenge outburst, alright.
He used the Digi-Bangle with the 'GO! GO! ENFORCERS' he had picked up to bind his hair into a knot.
It was awkward and weird, given how his hair wasn't that long to begin with.
But the displeasure that flashed across the Enforcer's face as he did it filled him with glee as he made his way out of the Hub.
Once outside the Hub, the disconnect hit.
The enforcer wasn't attending to his issue any time soon, and when they did, it was just a performative act to give him a 'Log process report' of barely attempted effort before allocated resource exhaustion.
He had the hideout location of the goblin gang, a very likely location to find Adea, but then what?
He couldn't just storm in; the Hobogoblin had bested him before, and could do so again, adding to that fact, he didn't have any good weapons for any kind of engagement.
Zzareck…His heart reasoned, but his brain vetoed. He barely knew the Lizard man. Why would he help him? He was just trying to exploit the Lizard Man at this point.
It was a shameful act, but he was that desperate.
Buzz…His Nano bracelet vibrated.
New Message
| 😕 👻 🤯 What do you mean your daughter was kidnapped?
Get over here, we have to rescue her ASAP. Am hitting up some contacts to gain intel on this goblin gang, Just hurry up over here ASAP, We opening up the Apocalypse Chest. Hurry!!!
Sender Stupid Ugly Weird Ald
The emoji reactions were mismatched and confusing, the use of 'ASAP' a bit too much, the mention of an Apocalyose chest…uncalled for.
But Jace had found his resolve back; the response was surprising. He treated Ald like shit; he was certain of that.
He was the customer he exploited the most, never failed to sell him scrap at almost double the street price…but he needed weapons, and Ald was a Hoarder of anything that kills.
With 23 Credits to his name, he couldn't afford a ride. Taking one glance at his [18% Bio Energy]. He tore open his third MediBar for the day, metabolic procession was still ongoing, but the more to process the merrier.
He took in huge bites of the edible abomination, in between dashes as he made his way to the ship yard where Ald had his Pharmacy.