[color=9e0039][b][u]Lucrezia "Lucy" - Ultra Luxe Penthouse Suite[/u][/b][/color]

	“So what are your impressions of the man?” Fat Dom asked as he wolfed down a late evening snack consisting of a slice of mutfruit pie and a glass of cold brahmin milk. He was still within Marjorie’s penthouse suite and in his bathrobe, but Marjorie had stepped out to head to the Ultra Luxe sauna. That was probably for the best, since Lucy had arrived to give her report and Marjorie wasn’t particularly fond of her. The two women often butted heads for various, often rather petty, reasons.

	“We might be able to work with him, you should have seen his eyes when he came onto the Strip: big as saucer platters. I think he’s a man who certainly enjoys his creature comforts…but beyond that I’ll leave it to you to judge. He’s at the embassy right now, ” Lucy replied with a casual shrug. 

	“What about his escort?”

	Lucy smiled wolfishly, “I offered them the voucher and they couldn’t drop their weapons fast enough to hit the casino. Of course, like always, we’ll see if any of them have loose lips.”

	“They always do,” Dominic grinned, “Soldiers love to brag to whatever guy or gal they’ve shacked up with for the night: missions they’re on, enemies they’ve killed, plots they’re a part of. I’m sure we’ll get some sort of info.”

	“We already have. Two of the soldiers appear to be a couple,” Lucy said with a chuckle, “We’ve already recorded an….interesting conversation between the two. I think they believed that we’d be prudish enough to turn off any recording equipment in their room while they were….indisposed..”

	“They do know what city they just walked into right?” Dominic laughed, “What did they say?”

	“Well, either they are flat-faced lying to throw us off or they’re plotting to kill Colonel Abernathy,” Lucy said flatly. 

	Dominic sat down his fork, and looked at his Consigliere with an aghast expression, “What?”

	“Like I said…could very well be a flat faced lie. Or perhaps even a plant by Abernathy to see what we would do with that information. I’d be surprised if the NCR would be that….blatant…but I also wouldn’t put it past them.” 

	“Regardless…could be valuable to us at some point. Not much to work with right now, but we can certainly file it away for later,” Dominic said with a sly look that told Lucy he’d already begun plotting something, “A bit of blackmail is certainly on the table….but we could use it to ingratiate ourselves with the new Ambassador….show good faith and all.”

	“And then if it is a plant….we’ll have tip-toed around that little landmine,” Lucy said, finishing Dominic’s thought. 

	Dominic finished the last bit of pie with a satisfied sigh, and let the fork fall to the plate with a resounding ‘clink’, “Exactly ... .though depending on if the Ambassador is in on it, that could end up hurting us too. Either way, there’s no real benefit to us making a move now, so we’ll just sit and wait for an opportunity to present itself.”

	“Shrewd, “ Lucy nodded.

	“Anything else?”

	“Well…there is the matter of what Maurice and Paulie THINK they saw in The Green,” Lucy said hesitantly, she wasn’t sure she really even wanted to bring this up to Dominic at all, but felt she had to. 

	Dominic lowered his gaze, and turned around in his chair, his full attention now devoted to her next words, “What did they see?”

	“They think they saw a creature….a huge claw or some other nonsense. They were babbling like idiots.”

	“Hmmm,” Dominic mumbled and turned back to the table. He stared off into space for a bit, following an unknown train of thought. 

	“What? You think they’re right?” Lucy asked with a raised eyebrow. 

	“I’ve heard similar rumors from people who’ve come back from there, “ Dominic uttered with a hint of nervousness, “One of these days I have a feeling we’re going to have to deal with The Green…and it's going to get real ugly, real fast.”