Novak didn't even realize he'd fallen asleep when he awoke the next morning. He moved silently to the table where gear was already waiting. "Looks like you two got comfortable last night." Gear teased quietly.
"Shut up and start the diagnostic test." Novak said flatly. (Always something stupid to say.) He thought irritably.
"We should discuss what the plan is though." Gear said seriously as he set to work.
"Simple. I'm going to help her as much as she lets me. Then I might just go take down that entire organization." Novak said seriously. "You're the one that's always saying we need to use my shit for the good of others. Now it's time. Maybe a revolution is in order."
Ben Dawson woke up with a stretch and yawn before going over to water his plants and feed his dog. "Morning scruffles." He said sleepily as he fed the dog then headed to the bathroom. "Long day of job searching today." He opened the curtain and the sun was at just the propper peek level to burn his brown eyes. "Gah. Damnit that's bright." He said as he shook his head and turned the water to the shower on. "Hey scruffles let me know if the newspaper changes." He called to the dog. He knew it would do no such thing but then again he didn't care. He always had to try. He started washing his short light brown hair and his uncle augmented but fit body. He whistled a tune as he did.
Vinyl stuck a cigarette between her teeth and clicked her lighter, striking a flame against it before stuffing it back into her pocket. "I dont give a Fuck what you say. You obviously dont know shit." She said to her manager before taking a long heavy drag. Her manager sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with his hand. "I'm doing the best i can here. I think you need to be more...amicable." He said carefully. Vinyls catlike green eyes were somewhere in the back of her skull by the time he finished speaking. "Or. Maybe you could fucking hire someone useful for once. How many assistants have you hired?" She said, raising a delicate black eyebrow. Abacus rubbed a hand across his bald head, his many ringed ear piercings swaying as he did so. "Fourteen in the last year." He said, shaking his head. She knew that in his mind it was entirely her fault. But it really wasnt. She just needed someone competent enough to handle the job. Who also could manage to do so without taking candid photos of her to leak to the press would be fantastic. "Youve brought me everyone from androids to Masks to even 'the most highly regarded assistant' in thr city." She said, making dramatic air quotes with her painted finger nails. All of which were black except for her pointer fingers that were silver. "And every damn one of them has been useless of a complete fucking PR fiasco. So bring me someone different this time. Bring me someone whos not fucking augmented. Maybe we start there. By the end of the fucking day Abacus." She said. Her manager opened his mouth to protest but she clicked the remote from her table to make his face disappear from her extra large television. "Useless fucking cocksucker." She mumbled to herself. Licking her red painted lips, and spinning her black hoop lip ring in the process, she made her way to the kitchen area. Her penthouse apartment was finally how she wanted it to be after all the renovations. The once white high end rooms were now furnished and fixtured in silvers and blacks. The only thing remaining white was the vintage white marble floors saved from somewhere she didnt care about. Her heavily jeweled fingers pulled open the freezer to grab a bottle of iced over vodka. Her hangover needed some tending to so she took a long hard swig before nestling it back into its holding place. She made her way from there into her bedroom, walking over piles of clothes and empty bottles to get to her walk in closet. She grabbed the first pants she touched and pulled the black see through material on with a few hops. This place was falling apart without an assistant. And it was becoming increasingly difficult to find time to work on new music while trying to do everything an assistant would do for her. Ash fell from the cigarette in her teeth as she moved back to the couch, throwing herself down on it. "Amicable." She scoffed with a shake of her head. "I'm fucking amicable." She grabbed the remote and clicked the tv on before her phone buzzed. Most people had their phones augmented into them. But she was the only woman in the city who remained unaugmented. Hence part of her appeal, she was authentic. So she stuck to an old school cell phone. She glanced at the screen that showed her the listing being posted into the newspaper. -WANTED, One unaugmented individual by the end of the day to act as a personal assistant. Must consent to background check, augment evaluation, and sign a confidentiality agreement. Serious inquiries only. Will offer 5000 credits weekly and full benefits once past ninety days. Please call 010674953222-
