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[spice01]

Evelyn opens her eyes as Banshee clears his throat. She looks at him still slouched in the chair her eyes easily adjusting to the dim lights. Her red hair slightly messy from the sleep. "Hmmm, must have dozed off..." She could barely hear the pitter patter of the rain. She straightens up before speaking again. "... back to the matter at hand..." she looks expectantly at Banshee

[Brox]

"Whom are you, that you come to the slums so ill prepared, you tell me a secret Ill tell you one." Banshee gives a small nod his hood shuffling about above his mask and goggles as the lights flicker in teh room slightly. How much of it is controlled by the gang leaders movements is unknown.

[spice01]

Evelyn raised her eyebrows slightly not sure if Banshee has made the lights flicker or the raging thunder storm outside. She wonders how big his turf is and how many people he is in control over. "You agree that the secrets must be of equal value? If I tell you who I am, you must tell me who you are or something of greater value to me." she asks before answering his question

[Brox]

"I accept this quid pro quo trade of information yes." Banshee gave a small and singular nod.

[spice01]

Evelyn smiled at this new information. She now knew he had some education further than just mechanics, how he had received this education or how extensive it was still a mystery. She adjusted her self again in her chair before speaking "I will tell you that my name is Evelyn Jane Ashmore. My father is... or rather was James Alfred Ashmore. I am here due to his unfortunate and unforeseeable death." She looked at him expecting him to tell her something in exchange

[Brox]

"Guessing he was a bigshot up there? We dont pay attention down here in the slums." Banshee shrugged as he eyed her up and down. "I take it he didnt die of natural causes then hence your fleeing.." BAnshee leaned forward, unclipping one of the hinges off his mask. ((And you will get full description in PM ))

[spice01]

Evelyn smiled "You are correct about my father being very influential, and his unnatural death". Her eyes widened when she saw what was under the mask. "Interesting..." She shifted closer on her chair to get a better look. She smiled as she spoke her eyes full of intrigue "...I had an inclination, but the real thing is much better than the imagination..."

[Brox]

Banshee slides the mask back into place tightening its straps goggles returning too his eyes hood coming up. "Now..I trust you will keep my secret as I shall keep yours... So you are being hunted I presume? If you are willing to pay the Rooftop Screamers can provide protection." Banshee reclined in his seat now fully covered and returning to his neurtal monotone robotic voice as he picked up a gun from the desk and begins to fiddle with it one goggle lens zooming in.

[spice01]

Evelyn sits back in her chair and nods "I will keep your secret, and I am being hunted..." She looks around the room searching for more information she can use. "...What were you thinking of in terms of payment?" Her boots clicked on the hard floor as she waited for a response.

[Brox]

"Coin or information or servitude are three currencies we accept." Banshee said with a small nod as he rest his below on the counnter a pistol pushing against the sleeve over his bicep as he layed one leg over the other under the table.