The man in the gray suit looked like every reason Echo was glad he didn’t work a 9 to 5. He wore a gold watch on his wrist that looked like it’d seen better days. The rings under the man’s eyes told Echo he hadn’t seen those better days in a long time. The shadowrunner slid into the booth across from him with an ease of movement that he still was struggling to adjust to. He felt years younger thanks to the new ware. Now, he set his face in a blank stare and prepared to find himself enough work to pay for it.
“Word is you need work done.” Echo said.
The man looked up, seemingly lost in his own fidgeting. After a moment he said, “Yes. Yes. I need help with a problem that..”
He trailed off. Echo waited for him to pick up the thread. When he didn’t Echo said, “You need help with the kind of problem that needs to stay off the books.”
The man nodded.
“You want to go ahead and tell me what the problem is?”
******Stopping here a few minutes early. I’m losing the pace of the thing. It is tough to come back to a story once a week, especially when you don’t know what it is or where you are going. I don’t advise this sort of one toe dip too often. I don’t think I’ll come back to this one moving forward. New week will mean new start. Time to write a different story… in a different genre