Hackers are not Assassins

"I'm a hacker, not an assassin! Tallow dying was far beyond my intentions. My goal was merely to obtain particular data he held. Now what that data was, I still don't know. But I was told by my client it's data signature. Next thing I know, everybody be literally dyin' on the dancefloor!"

Sal looks unconvinced, "Hmm, he did work for Altech. Although in what security clearance we couldn't determine." He mumbles a few more things Mika is unable to hear. He looks back to you, "I asked who you were, not what you are. I want a name.".

Mika groans. "For fuck's sake, I was gettin' to that! It's Mikayla Sebastian--but you better address me as Mika, Sally Boi. I hate my full name."

She takes a moment to realize the state of her dress wear. "Erm, but on another note, is it possible to get out of these clothes? I may or may not have . . . Heavily soiled them."

Her attitude suddenly perks. "Oh! And where's the food in this joint??"

The edges of Sal's mouth twitch in a smile. "I'm afraid that you'll be here for a while, my Mistress wishes to speak with you and I cannot risk letting you out until then." He opens his PDA and begins going through files that Mika cannot see. He looks back up at Mika and then back to his PDA. "Quite the colorful arrest warrant you have, enemies in all three corporations and the Darkblades don't seem to pleased with you either. Have a knack for making enemies?"

Mika can only assume he's browsing her criminal data records. Access to them shouldn't be so trivial as the bouncer of a club could get to it. She wonders who these people really are...

"That's right. Dunno what it is, but they don't like me. It's like I steal from them to make profits er somethin'." She ends sarcastically but in a playful manner, then curiously tilts her head at him. "So, what are the Dragon Lady's ties with Jack Tallow?"

"Hmpf, no ties anymore. He was... Useful to us, being his own attraction to the club. Now however, hopefully Altech doesn't decide to launch a full investigation..." He trails off as the door to the room opens and the Mistress practically glides into the room.