[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Bill]

> John Black, Abby, Kurt Morgan
> Very Old Man, Very Rattled Bastet, Sidhe 
> Lady Sinclair's Mansion

> He turns to address Abby. "You're an excellent
> watcher. What do you think of the "businessmen"
> we've
> seen and met this evening?”
>    
>   “I’d guess most of them are on the Hunt, they only
> differ in their Prey. Money, Power, Dominance,
> slakin’ their Needs.” That last she knew all too
> well, She hadn’t spent this long in the Biz without
> learning the signs.  “And they don’t think about
> much past that.”
>   Abby’s gazes under her lashes at the group on the
> stairs, using all her senses as well as the ones
> Morgan has awakened. So what’s your Game then Boys?
> The Cat in her Soul had served her well on the
> Street, recognizing the Predators.
>   “I'll bet some do have grander plans. Those are
> the ones that bear watchin’.”

John smiled at the excellent comparison.  "You're
probably right.  And what of Mr. Morgan, here?"  John
pulled her in a little closer so that his body was
touching hers more fully, a gesture meant to be
reassuring as he asked a question he was sure would
make her uncomfortable.

But she was a big girl, and if he though she couldn't
handle herself he wouldn't have asked.  "I find it
curious that Mr. Morgan would make it a point to
mention a stock offering, the second person to do so
tonight, and draw our attention to the major players
in that offering, or at least I suspect.  What should
we make of that?"

He had a playful smile and his eyes never left the
gentleman.

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-- Les Nessman

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