Cant be worse than last time.

The door is locked, but clicks unlocked right armed you grab hold of the handle. A glance up tells you a camera is watching. Heading on in you see the room has been altered, or rather it simply isn't really a private dance room. The little office is rather cozy and currently occupied by two people. A grey haired older man in an immaculately tailored Italian suit, sitting behind a heavy looking desk. The second, stand beside the desk, slightly in front of him is a second much larger man wearing what you would consider typical military garb, well special forces anyway, all black with a tight armored vest, a big pistol on his chest and a slung smg, and a stocking cap, just because. With your sexy rave attire you suddenly feel a bit out of place.

“Mutual friends inform me that you are the woman I need for a rather discreet job.” As he says this two more names and numbers appear in your contact list, Dr. Midnight - doctor, magic fixer, and Sylk - A skilled hacker and programmer. “You may call me Mr. Johnson.” He extends his hand, which you shake, then points at a chair, which you sit on. “I am in need of someone to gain entry to a rival corporation’s off site warehouse and recover a prototype device before they have the chance to reverse engineer it. The restricted time frame as well as recent media attention is why the need for an outsider such as yourself. The job pays $50,000 on completion.”

“What info do you have?”

He pulls out a computer chip, “Is that a yes?”