Neurolink

Clarissa drums her fingers on the desk for a few moments, evaluating the decision in front of her. Horror stories flicker through her mind of terrorist organizations who have been able to overload the devices and trigger remote explosions for very dramatic assassinations. Then again... There was the possibility of just taking it out straight after the mission is complete. $50,000 for one job is hardly a bad payout for one little risk.

Clarissa sighs and takes the neurolink from Dean, before placing it into her pocket. "Ok. Fine. But if my head blows up, I expect you to honour my memory by coming to work dressed in a tutu for the next year." She smirks.

"Clarissa it's not going to-!" Dean begins to exclaim, only to be swiftly cut off by Clarissa again.

"Hot pink." She butts in, enjoying the frustrated shade of red his face is slowly turning. "And nice white thigh high socks." She adds right before he can add another comment, or protest.

"... Your head isn't going to explode, so that's not going to happen." He sighs, before clicking another few buttons on his computer, causing Clarissa's phone to ping again. "Look, see my personal doc. He's already been briefed and I'll cover the expenses. It's not much anyway.

Clarissa grins and stands up from her chair, noting that Dean's gaze once again drifts down to her chest. She sighs internally, knowing that no matter what she wears, she's more than likely going to draw the attention of every heterosexual guy in the room.

"You're becoming a big softie." She teases, before adding a more sincere, "Thanks Dean. I appreciate it. I'll keep you posted!" She calls out, turning towards the exit.

"Mmmhmmm." Comes the frustrated grumble from back inside, before the door closes on him.

Clarissa walks down the footpath towards her apartment. Her fingers softly brushing against the new, smooth metallic surface behind her ear. A small hole sits in the middle for direct input, although the device is more than capable of connecting to machines remotely. Thanks to the quality work performed by Dean's doctor, the implant site didn't hurt in the slightest. If she was able to pull her fingers away from it, she would forget about it fairly quickly.

Discarded food wrappers blow down the street, followed by the pungeant waft of the city. Petrol, smoke, and a cocktail of other fumes **** her nose, but at this point it barely makes her flinch. As she walks she can feel the gaze of a few homeless people watching her walk. A small group of them have moved into one of the alleys beside her house. As she walks past she can hear a few wolf-whistle, their eyes rather blatantly oggling her body.

"Oi! Gorgeous! A little slower, 'eh? C'mon! Don't act like you don't love the attention!" One of the bolder ones calls out as Clarissa moves past. She knows better than to respond.

Clarissa sighs and enters her apartment building, quickly moving up the levels until she finds herself in front of her front door. She quickly enters her password and flashes her keycard to the door, and slinks inside. The door closes behind her with a chirpy 'beep!', followed by the quiet sound of a thick metal bolt being slid into place inside of the locking mechanism. In her line of work, it was always better to be safe than sorry.

"Mrrreeeow!" A small, soft shape brushes against Clarissa's legs. Stunning green, feline eyes look up at her expectantly, as if to ask, "What took you so long?"

"Oh don't give me that look. I was gone for an maybe an extra hour or two. I've given you enough toys to-" Clarissa protests, crouching down and giving the cat an affectionate cuddle.

Midnight the cat doesn't appear to be swayed, nuzzling up against Clarrisa's hand for a few moments, before letting out another indignant "Mreow!" Followed by her pulling away, and sauntering over to her food bowl.

"Bossy little..." Clarissa laughs quietly, following the cat and preparing a slightly larger helping of cat food. She sets it down on the floor and watches as Midnight happily struts up and begins eating. "You're very welcome your highness." She smirks, giving Midnight a little pet and earning what seems to be a slight nod in appreciation in return.

Clarissa stands, stretches, and groans quietly as three distinct pops happen through her back. She heads over towards her bed and flops herself down on it, before reaching up behind her, and finally unclasping her bra. She closes her eyes and sighs as the pressure on her chest fades, before clumsily reaching under her shirt and pulling her bra off, tossing it across the room. She lays back down and looks up at the ceiling, the pressure of the mission beginning to set in. Of course she's done similar missions before, but this one is MUCH higher end. The pay out being almost five times higher than the best paying job she's taken before. The lack of information is particularly concerning.

As she lays and thinks about the case, a strange virtual pop-up suddenly appears in the air above her. It's a virtual heads up display, showing the file opened in front of her.

"Welcome back Connor. Would you like to resume your previous search?" A small pop up appears at the bottom left side of the heads up display.