[ There's a cherry red Aston Martin parked elsewhere, parked somewhere safer, whose engine runs with a low and vaguely threatening purr whenever someone looks like they may get curiously close. It's working out pretty well so far. But in light of how crowded these streets are, and how penned in he'd feel if he left this alleyway — he's sent out a red-suited, sunglasses-wearing holoform, indistinguishable from the humans around it except for the way it's sometimes ... not quite solid, if anyone brushes it unexpectedly. And of course the fact that it's dressed so well, what a sharp looking fellow that is making his way through the crowds.
His extended visual sensors don't pick up the armored truck until he's nearly bumped into it, but then his own surprise registers all the way through and onto the holoform's face once he has. He's not sure where he is or why, but oh, he knows that truck. ]
Break— [ He slides in closer, a scowl behind his wide sunglasses, brushing confetti off of the tall hood. ] Do you know how you look right now? Those stickers aren't going to come up easily.
[ Also hello, glad to see you, where the hell are they, but all that takes backseat to the real issue at hand. ]
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His extended visual sensors don't pick up the armored truck until he's nearly bumped into it, but then his own surprise registers all the way through and onto the holoform's face once he has. He's not sure where he is or why, but oh, he knows that truck. ]
Break— [ He slides in closer, a scowl behind his wide sunglasses, brushing confetti off of the tall hood. ] Do you know how you look right now? Those stickers aren't going to come up easily.
[ Also hello, glad to see you, where the hell are they, but all that takes backseat to the real issue at hand. ]