Dinner For Five
“Nothing better than a bowl of noodles after a job,” Puddles said while running her tongue over her teeth.
“Eth, John join us,” Chuck greeted the new arrivals.
Smoothing his memware suit Eth strutted across NiHo’s to their table. John took off his wrap around smart glasses, put them into an interior pocket of his black jacket, and scanned the restaurant as he stalked towards the table. Eth sat down and immediately pulled the menu up. John sat down with a thud and a sigh.
“What’s wrong with him?” Puddles asked Eth.
“Long night,” John replied with a grunt.
“Him, he was hoping to take Red Twist down tonight,” Eth replied at the same time.
Facing the table, John pulled up the menu and placed his order before slumping back in his chair. Whiskers leaned with both elbows on the table, intent on the tablet in front of him. Eth flipped through a few holo-screens before settling on dinner.
“What’s so interesting?” John asked pointing at the tablet.
“Tracking information,” Whiskers replied without looking up.
“I wanted to ask how you fooled their signal tracker,” Eth said.
Chuck set his drink down, leaning towards Eth, “That was easy.”
“Yes, easy. I told them what they wanted to hear.”
“And what was that,” John interjected, picking up his drink.
“I told them that each chip was collecting data, part of collecting data is sending out bits of data,” Chuck explained with a smile, “thus when they used their signal tracker it told them what they expected that some signal was broadcasting.”
Smiling with understanding, Eth slammed his drink down. A serv-O droid rushed over to refill his drink and top off the rest. John’s brow furrowed, he steepled his fingers in front of his mouth.
“You hope Red Twist believes that,” he said flat toned, “because if he doesn’t he will find you three.”
Whiskers looked up from the tablet, “That is assuming you do not fulfill your contract and arrest him,” Whiskers held up his right paw stalling John’s retort, “Of course if you cannot before the follow up meeting we can coordinate together to arrest him then.”
“I’ll get the job done,” John replied testitly.
“Okay Eth, we took care of our part, now you do yours,” Puddles shot at Eth.
John shot Eth a glare. Eth held up his hands in mock protest.
“Two gangers is all we need and the sooner the better,” Puddles pushed on.
“I’ll find you two,” Eth answered. “Won’t be hard at all.”
Whiskers pushed the tablet over to John who picked up the tablet studying the information intensely. Two serv-O droids rolled out to the table and served hot bowls of noodles.
“This is accurate?” John asked pointing at the tablet.
“Within a few feet,” Whiskers replied.
John sat back, eating and studying the tablet.
“When do you want the gangers?” Eth asked.
“A day or two,” Puddles replied.