[center][h2][b][u][color=0054a6]The PRT Building[/color][/u][/b][/h2][/center][center][@Banana][/center]

The request box blinked dully for several minutes before letting out a chime that sounded hopeful. The box read back to him. [i]Request passed. Please allow up to three business days for arrival.[/i] Well that wasn't too bad after all, they probably couldn't send people out willy-nilly to pick up things. Plus they'd want to send someone who knew something about computers to make sure they got everything and what not. If he was lucky it could arrive as soon as today! Of course he wouldn't be bored for too long as Jackson returned with a box that clattered somewhat mysteriously, and a sketchpad. [b]"So kiddo, you ready to start?"[/b] Jackson actually seemed somewhat excited about the whole thing, at the very least energetic and determined. 

[u][center][h1][color=purple]Rocker Warehouse[/color][/h1][/center][/u][center][sub][@PlatinumSkink][/sub][/center]

Shatterpoint's eyes scanned the text as it appeared, nodding incrementally each time he finished reading. He made no moves throughout the entire thing up to words being written on his eyeballs. He made a small noise of discomfort as he could tell the words were no longer just on the computer screen, before stopping and reading them. [color=red]"Fine. You will talk to me. You hate us but need money. No one ever knows you exist. Is that all?[/color] It seemed he had no problems with her conditions. Had he been expecting something like this or was simply adapting to things very smoothly? It was impossible to tell either way, but looked at from the Rocker's view, even a deal like this was definitely in their favor. A win-win? Well except for ethics, but no one was counting those right?