[quote=@FantasyChic]
After making the necessary purchases to turn her into Belinda, she headed towards the nearest tram to make her way to Atlanta. Another job needed to be done and she wanted to leave the city before she made her way over to Free World. The message was interesting. Two Chinese Dragons. It wasn't a hard message to crack, but it was one that was rarely, if ever, used anymore. They needed two laptops with the necessary tech to prevent themselves from being caught. The clients ranged from a variety of sorts, she expected it was a man who didn't want anyone to know he was looking at porn, or something of that nature. She didn't much care, she was getting paid.

The location wasn't in a public place, thankfully. She held the laptops in a black case, just like the movies. She knew the rules: don't look at anyone, but don't be suspicious. In the movies, the person making the drop was always looking around, wearing dark shades, and appeared to be up to no good. Instead, she wore a red trenchcoat, black skirt, and pumps. Just an average woman about the town.

She got to the location and sat down and dropped the package under the seat. She waited a few more minutes before she got up and went about her way. She got on her phone and sent a reply back, an anime panda giving a thumbs up. Her trademark for a job done.
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Kyle took his hotdog and soda and sat down on the bench, just above the package.  He'd already left the envelope of money in the second location, behind a trashcan at the Marta Subway Station just down the road.  Two hundred thousand in cash.  He just hoped some janitor didn't find it first.

After he finished his dog he sipped on his soda and stood up, picking up the package on the way up.  He walked once around the block, then to the Subway station to check to see if the envelope was gone.  After he saw that it was he boarded the train and headed to the other side of the city to finish the setup before he left to meet his client.

A few hours later he entered the underground gambling establishment with one of the laptops, having moved it to a new bag.  After placing a few hundred dollar bet on a large man that was missing an eye, he ordered a scotch at the bar and sat down at an empty table, setting his laptop case on the table.  Anyone who looked should assume he'd just come by after work and brought his laptop with him.  Ten minutes later, long enough for the one eyed man to have his good eye blackened, his contact sat down.  They chatted a little while about the fight that Kyle had just lost one hundred dollars on and Kyle got up to place another bet, leaving the laptop behind.

The people in the club weren't the scrupulous kind, so any that witnessed a different man walking out with the laptop shouldn't say anything about it.  Kyle left after a few more rounds, and a hundred and fifty more dollars in losses.  Maybe someone thought it weird that the guy didn't say something about his laptop being stolen, but they would know better than to tell the police, or even one of the gigacorps about it.

An hour later, back at his apartment/office, Kyle opened up Dropbox to find one hundred fifty thousand in bitcoin and a file containing data on the whistle blower's former employer.  Kyle looked over the info quickly.  Sure there were the few everyday scandals, various high-level employees sleeping with other employees, customers, high dollar crack whores, whatever, even a few minor embezzlements like that last employee paying the woman with company funds, but the really interesting stuff was at the end.  The Corporation was going to attempt to drill to the Earth's core for geothermal power using methods every reasonable person had rejected a decade ago.  In fact, every sensible scientist was certain that it would cause earthquakes, poison waterways, or maybe worse.  The dollar signs in their eyes kept them from seeing the truth though.

This was too big.  First, he had to get his client out of the Corporation's reach, then he could see about the info going public.  He set about getting the man a ticket for the moon, a flight Kyle would also be on for security sake, and when he was done notified thOrn-rOse about the contents of the file using the new laptop and Dropbox.  He would have to be extra careful until he got off world.  This was the kind of thing Corporations killed people over, especially nosy PIs.