Shadowrun: At the Safehouse.

Lacy would be lounging out on a couch in the safehouse, waiting for someone to show up or something to do. She would have heavy industrial music playing over her comm unit, and is taking apart and cleaning her various weapons one at a time. They would be lined up on the table, with her rifle being the current weapon.

"Lacy, I'm ho~ome," Angel sang, cheerfully, as she came into the house. "And I brought food. Hope you don't mind pizza."

She glances over the couch and nods, quickly reassembling her weapon. "Must you call me that? I guess I could eat some pizza, haven't had much of anything else yet."

"It's your handle, runner. I'm sure you'll need a new one, eventually, but it's what you're stuck with, for now," Angel said plopping the box on the table. "Also found another to join the merry crew. She'll be here in about an hour."

"Great. Hopefully sooner than later." She reaches over and snatches up a piece of pizza. "So who's the new one?"

"I found a field hacker.  Wearing a rapier.  Which is pretty badass, I have to admit," Angel said thoughtfully.  "And she had to go and grab her other gear, which apparently is too heavy to carry around casually.  Why do I keep finding runners who find me attractive?"

Lacy shrugs casually while taking another bite of pizza. "Well you are. Ever look in a mirror? You probably should. Naked too. Send me a picture." She grins widely.

"Just hope I don't end up in threeways," Angel muttered nomming her slice. "Fun, yes. A good bonding experience, yes. Exhausting, hell yes. The geometry was fun to work out too, especially since one in the threeway had these huge tits... And before you ask, totally was NOT my idea."

Lacy grins even wider. "Oh do tell."

"Nope nope nope nope nope. Not telling. This is before I became a Shadowrunner, let alone a Fixer," Angel said shaking her head. "Okay I'll tell a little, but no details. To start, we have a lot in common. Namely the fact that we used to work for security companies. I was with Lone Star, before they got punted out of Seattle by Knight Errant. I was on a team with two others, a weapons specialist, and a physical adept. My teammates were an item, and I was a third wheel for the most part. Usually able to keep most of the sounds of their torrid sexytimes with music and video games... Though the Adept was a total screamer... *ahem* Anyway... It was the Weapons Specialist's idea to drag me into one of their sessions... She said I needed to relax."

"Sounds like a fun team." Lacy chuckles, finishing off her piece of pizza. "So this hacker. She has a rapier? Interesting choice."

"She has a certain flair, I have to admit," Angel said with a grin. "You just might like her."

Wolf knocks on the door to the safe house, then she'd open it and step inside, holding a briefcase, "'Ello."

"Hey, Wolf. Glad you could make it," Angel said having snagged a second slice. "Come and have a slice. We were just talking about you."

She'd close the door and head over to the table, "Oh? Good things, I'd hope."

Lacy peeks up over the couch, taking another bite of her pizza while she looks over the newcomer. "Angel. Are we making a combat team or a harem?"

"Wha.. What are you talking about? She's a hacker, with several other skills," Angel said blushing furiously. "Why do you think I'd..."

"I can tell this is going to be interesting." Wolf chuckles, setting her briefcase on the table.

Lacy just starts cracking up, falling back onto the couch.

"You're getting me back for giving you a handle based on your underwear, aren't you?" Angel asked, glaring at Lacy.

Lacy lifts her hand above the couch to make it visible for all, and gives Angel the universal sign of anger.

"What handle is that, then?"

"Lacy," Angel replied with a wicked grin. "You see, when I first met her, she had on a pair of lacy red panties with an RFID tag on them."

She nods, "Ah. Pleasure to meet you, Lady Lacy. I am Wolf."

Lacy sits up, shooting Wolf a dangerous glare. "You just -had- to say call me that, didn't you?"