Project Pandora


"Of all the gin joints in the world, you had to walk into this one." 

Sylia smiled politely at the quote and took a seat opposite
as she said, "Don't tell me you lured me here just so you could
try your Bogarde on me in an appropriate locale."  It was the kind
of dive that she hadn't seen for more than a year, ever since she'd
stopped having meetings like this with Fargo.

"Bogart.  Bogarde was a whole different breed of cat.  Bogart's
characters were generally a lot more interesting.  These
cynical shady characters, but if you scratched them, you'd find
idealism right below the surface, just waiting for a cause, or a
damsel in distress.'

"A role model?"

He took a swallow from his glass, and didn't answer.

"If that was part of the appeal of doing business with me, that makes
what you did difficult to understand.  I confess to feeling hurt, that
you didn't even give me a chance to outbid whoever they were.
I thought you liked me."

Fargo shook his head.  "Oh, I did, but after the proxy fight, you
didn't need my services anymore.  And you never would have outbid the
offer I got.  It was time to move on."

"I see.  Still, I'd be interested to hear how you pulled it off.  What
was the hole in my security?  You can understand why I wouldn't want
anyone else getting their hands on my technology."

"Oh.  No, you have it reversed.  I have very little idea how it
happened.  I wasn't involved at that point.  By the time they 
made their offer to me, they already had it all, including how 
to get a hold of me and on me."

Sylia's composure was starting to slip, just slightly.  "Who are
they?"  There was a hint of an edge in her voice.  
  
"They stop boomer rampages, and that's all you really need 
to know."  Fargo leisurely stood, as he continued, "Go home, 
Sylia.  This isn't your city.  You don't know the players or the
rules.  Go back to saving Megatokyo, because God knows,
that's a full time job in itself."  He walked behind the bar and 
opened a door leading to the rear.

Sylia watched the door closing behind him as she quietly said, 
"He's heading for the rear exit. rear exit."

Nene's cheerful voice answered through Sylia's radio implant,
"Got him on infra-red!"

"Good.  Let's see where he's going.  Be sure to monitor any
transmissions from him."

There was a sudden burst of static.  

"Nene?"

"Nene, respond!"




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