[ Tseng is sliding off his coat, then his shirt, carefully arranging them atop the bed while he switches up. ]
There's that den down by the old firing range, you and Rude went there on the Blassi thing about a year or so ago. The Chateau? It's Tianshi turf now; too hard for anyone else to hold.
[ Back then, it'd been little more than a squat-house for burn-outs and salary men come down from the Plate looking for a cheap, quick fix. Now, it's a proper affair: girls, gilding, gambling, and some interesting clientele. Exactly why Shinra's steered clear ever since. (Nothing more embarrassing than shaking down a joint and finding a key executive with his pants down and buried up to the nose in hired ass.) Tseng, however, is a different story.
But its new allegiance makes it a special kind of dangerous. Like stepping into a pit of vipers, it's asking for trouble. Tseng considers one of the hats rakishly angled upon a mannequin head as he slips into the trousers he'd pulled. ]
A place like that has a backroom, almost certainly, and I think that's where Jagger will be. Tonight.
[ He glances down at his watch, then up at Reno, sees his mind clocking hundreds of thousands of miles per hour behind his eyes. Oh, he thinks. ]
Let's say two hours.
[ He gathers up his hair in one hand and flips the hat on to his head with the other. Leans into the mirror, and would you look at that—subterfuge at its simplest. ]
That'll give me enough time to case it, you can meet me there.
no subject
There's that den down by the old firing range, you and Rude went there on the Blassi thing about a year or so ago. The Chateau? It's Tianshi turf now; too hard for anyone else to hold.
[ Back then, it'd been little more than a squat-house for burn-outs and salary men come down from the Plate looking for a cheap, quick fix. Now, it's a proper affair: girls, gilding, gambling, and some interesting clientele. Exactly why Shinra's steered clear ever since. (Nothing more embarrassing than shaking down a joint and finding a key executive with his pants down and buried up to the nose in hired ass.) Tseng, however, is a different story.
But its new allegiance makes it a special kind of dangerous. Like stepping into a pit of vipers, it's asking for trouble. Tseng considers one of the hats rakishly angled upon a mannequin head as he slips into the trousers he'd pulled. ]
A place like that has a backroom, almost certainly, and I think that's where Jagger will be. Tonight.
[ He glances down at his watch, then up at Reno, sees his mind clocking hundreds of thousands of miles per hour behind his eyes. Oh, he thinks. ]
Let's say two hours.
[ He gathers up his hair in one hand and flips the hat on to his head with the other. Leans into the mirror, and would you look at that—subterfuge at its simplest. ]
That'll give me enough time to case it, you can meet me there.