09-05-2013, 06:19 PM
It would be readily evident that Hood was not in Block 1 to make friends. He readily made eye contact with his 'betters' and few would accept the challenge for more then a heartbeat or two. Few were comfortable with what they saw in his gaze; cold, callous disinterest. They were possible employers, yes, but they were not so at the moment and as such weren't worth his time. He was no sniveling yes-man. People did not hire the company he worked for for their looks or their personality. They were hired for results.
His gaze swept the room; there was no shortage of eye candy to be had, unsurprisingly. Such women either flocked there on their own, or were found along the way and turned into pretty little bows for these rich pansies to tie in their hair, to show off and trade among themselves as a sign of power and importance.
Then he caught another familiar face in the crowd. One he hadn't seen in a long time, and the years had certainly been kind. Spectra had been quite the looker when he met her all those years ago, but the high life had certainly helped her fill out a bit, and in all the right places from what he could see from across the room.
The way that raspberry vanished certainly peeked his interest. There were few things from those years of his life that he remembered particularly fondly; most were just memories, without any real positive or negative to them. She was one of the few decisions he was, thus far, pleased with. He had been aware she was in Moscow; she was hard to miss in mainstream media and graced more then a few billboards around the city. He just hadn't expected to cross her path.
Hood offered a knowing smirk and adjusted his tie, subtly nodding his head towards the bar and tapping his watch as he did. He had work to do first, and had little doubt that spook was here to talk to her. He had no interest in crossing the man's path, and trusted she wouldn't bring up any questions about his presence at Manifesto.
Once certain she got the message, he returned to hunting for his would-be boss, and quickly found the man seated at one of the more private booths to one side of the room. Hood strolled over, pausing briefly to eye two fit young men in immaculate suits that were standing near Mr Talanov; personal guards, obviously. At Mr Talanov's gesture, they let Hood past and he took a seat across from the older Russian man.
The two's conversation was short. Mr Talanov had been watching Hood since his arrival, and had liked what he saw. When Hood presented the filthy rich Russian businessman with an information dossier (in secure digital format, of course) on both the dead members of his security team, as well as on the suspected kidnapper, the deal was sealed.
The whole conversation took less then twenty minutes. They exchanged information, and Mr Talanov provided Hood with a GPS tracking chip he had embedded in his daughter without her knowledge some years ago. Of course the man could have simply provided that to the police to see that his daughter was returned home and the kidnappers arrested, but this sort of insult required much more personal handling. And he wanted the kidnappers very, very dead for what they had done.
The job wasn't legal by any sense, but legality was a bit of a gray area when it came to men as rich and well connected as Mr Talanov. Pervaya liniya Security had little fear of a police investigation.
With that, Hood took his leave, eyeing Mr Talanov's guards a moment before snorting derisively and walking away. He wouldn't be the least bit surprised to discover that Spectra had left already, or was on the arm of whatever man in the club she thought would be willing to stand up to him for her attentions. She liked to tease and flaunt her power, after all, and he couldn't fault her for it. It was well deserved. But, she would also know he wasn't the type to play along with those sorts of games. He'd just find her later, on his own schedule.
His gaze swept the room; there was no shortage of eye candy to be had, unsurprisingly. Such women either flocked there on their own, or were found along the way and turned into pretty little bows for these rich pansies to tie in their hair, to show off and trade among themselves as a sign of power and importance.
Then he caught another familiar face in the crowd. One he hadn't seen in a long time, and the years had certainly been kind. Spectra had been quite the looker when he met her all those years ago, but the high life had certainly helped her fill out a bit, and in all the right places from what he could see from across the room.
The way that raspberry vanished certainly peeked his interest. There were few things from those years of his life that he remembered particularly fondly; most were just memories, without any real positive or negative to them. She was one of the few decisions he was, thus far, pleased with. He had been aware she was in Moscow; she was hard to miss in mainstream media and graced more then a few billboards around the city. He just hadn't expected to cross her path.
Hood offered a knowing smirk and adjusted his tie, subtly nodding his head towards the bar and tapping his watch as he did. He had work to do first, and had little doubt that spook was here to talk to her. He had no interest in crossing the man's path, and trusted she wouldn't bring up any questions about his presence at Manifesto.
Once certain she got the message, he returned to hunting for his would-be boss, and quickly found the man seated at one of the more private booths to one side of the room. Hood strolled over, pausing briefly to eye two fit young men in immaculate suits that were standing near Mr Talanov; personal guards, obviously. At Mr Talanov's gesture, they let Hood past and he took a seat across from the older Russian man.
The two's conversation was short. Mr Talanov had been watching Hood since his arrival, and had liked what he saw. When Hood presented the filthy rich Russian businessman with an information dossier (in secure digital format, of course) on both the dead members of his security team, as well as on the suspected kidnapper, the deal was sealed.
The whole conversation took less then twenty minutes. They exchanged information, and Mr Talanov provided Hood with a GPS tracking chip he had embedded in his daughter without her knowledge some years ago. Of course the man could have simply provided that to the police to see that his daughter was returned home and the kidnappers arrested, but this sort of insult required much more personal handling. And he wanted the kidnappers very, very dead for what they had done.
The job wasn't legal by any sense, but legality was a bit of a gray area when it came to men as rich and well connected as Mr Talanov. Pervaya liniya Security had little fear of a police investigation.
With that, Hood took his leave, eyeing Mr Talanov's guards a moment before snorting derisively and walking away. He wouldn't be the least bit surprised to discover that Spectra had left already, or was on the arm of whatever man in the club she thought would be willing to stand up to him for her attentions. She liked to tease and flaunt her power, after all, and he couldn't fault her for it. It was well deserved. But, she would also know he wasn't the type to play along with those sorts of games. He'd just find her later, on his own schedule.