This was getting to be pretty tedious and Theron didn't like it, not one bit. The part about his newfound counterpart just blurting out a name made him pause for a moment, not so much shock as it was the soft motion of stabilizing himself for what felt like an impending attack. Just who [i]was[/i] this weirdo? Why in the ever loving pits of this trash heap city did [i]everyone[/i] on the street want some part of this Davison guy? This little punk, not even a punk really, the guy hadn't even the slightest show of cyber, was doing all he could to gall him out into this deal. It all felt like a trap, just everywhere his mind could run to, but the problem was... [i]now[/i] this was his job.

That's what made him not like an ounce of it. This wasn't really about Golemeth, worthless robo-freak he was in this slummed out side of the city rolling hot with the big guns to slam it on with some nobody boosters, it was all about the missing Davison. Unfortunately that compelled him to play nice with his new "friend" who seemed to be somewhere between totally sane and reasonable and more a loose cannon than any of the nightlife the hunter crossed tonight. 

The "please" bit didn't help cement the decision in the slightest but at least he could now talk his way out of this one with the corp if things went south; the unconscious solo wasn't worth nearly as much intel potentially as someone who could name drop the target itself. Rolling his eyes behind his glasses, every hair on his body wanting to stand on end, Theron finally uttered his concession, "About time, that was what I was looking for."

But the blacked out street predator wasn't about to make it that easy.

"I make my call, then we meet." It was clear that being potentially dead from the trap wasn't a good option and the man knew it. So, better to take down the potential threat with him if he went down. At least then they would both be dead then as it would put a bigger flame under the ass of the corp to weed out the competition.

"You explain yourself, tinker around with our mutual acquaintance, and then we go our ways, just like you said. We both win and we can quit chatting in this alley. Done deal."

As far as he was concerned, slowly turning the barrel down, that was as sweet as he could make it without getting tagged. The man just smelled, at this point tasted like a cocktail of unstable emotions. At least he didn't seem to be a junkie, that was the upside and bought him a bit more credibility, but no matter how hard Tracy tried to hide it, the more animal parts of his company were all over the fact that he was shadier than he looked on the outside. The little motions of the hand, the flushing of the blood from deathgrip tier fingers, the shift of his weight from soles of the feet to the balls, on and on the list went.

Theron didn't add the obvious either that they would know just where the line tapped in at. Whoever this guy was, he knew it already. Not that the Intellitron prowler would admit it either, but he would send the "All Clear". The [i]last[/i] thing he needed was his own to swoop in on his scoop. If this panned out how he was hoping it would, those fleeting images of a quick detour and done, this would be an even bigger payout for whoever was in the know that wanted this guy so badly.

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