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[beachbunnykirby.livejournal.com]

Location: A rooftop in some South-American state.
Time: Sometime in the late 1990s

Kirby pressed her body flat against the roof she was perched on and peered over the ridge. Yes, this was the perfect spot to wait for her target to appear. The deal that was going to go down in the room behind the window just pefectly in her sight and her range would not end quite like her employer's business partner expected.

She made herself comfortable where she was, relaxing against the sun-warmed tiles of the roof for the moment. There was plenty time left, but it was good to be in position well ahead of anyone else.

To pass time, and because it was a good idea in general, she checked her gear one more time.

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[beachbunnykirby.livejournal.com]

The man's reaction did not escape Kirby either. As the guy grabbed her arm with a gesture that was half playful, half forceful, she let him pull her to her feet.

Then, just as the guy shot a triumphant glare at her companion and tried to draw her close, she brought up her fist, hard and efficiently, and left him gasping.

She threw a handful of coins on the counter and beckoned to her colleague. "C'mon," she said. "Let's move elsewhere."

[quickneatuntrac.livejournal.com]

This could have easily turned into a full scale bar room brawl. He had an idea of why she didn't pursue it further - they both had too much money on their persons to be caught with if something went wrong.

He got to his feet, sketched a salute at the spurned would-be lover and joined his colleague in a sauntering exit.