[DC 105] Encrypted Texts to Ronan Lynch and Lydia Martin

[alphanpcs]

[ To Ronan Lynch]
Word around the Complex is that you throw a mean punch. How'd you like to earn credits while you're throwing them?

[ To Lydia Martin ]
My employer would like to offer you a business proposition.

Comments

Private

[sanguinescry]

Oh? Who would your employer be and what's the proposition?

[alphanpcs]

Free Enterprise. We've heard you have a gift for cosmetics.

[sanguinescry]

I have a gift for everything I put my mind to. You didn't answer the second question, though. I'm interested to hear this proposition.

[alphanpcs]

My boss's girlfriend is a fan. She says people would be willing to pay good money for your work. The proposition is this. You provide the formulas, we'll provide the mass production. 70/30 down the line.

[sanguinescry]

70/30, no one ever knows where you got the formulations, and you've got a deal. Otherwise I want 85/15. What do you think?

[alphanpcs]

I think you misunderstood the offer. We'll get your product out there and for our trouble we'll take 70%. You get 30% of a pretty credit hiked up to infrared market prices.

[sanguinescry]

...yeaaahhhh, usually one would assume that the person who actually invented the thing gets the higher number in that scenario, so you can see where my confusion is coming from, I'm sure.

Fine. Again, no one ever finds out about where you got the formulas and you can have 70/30 on the makeup. I'm keeping the beauty blenders, thank you very much, because I need that formula for other things. The prices on the infrared market are ridiculous inflated, so I think I'll still make out pretty well.

[alphanpcs]

You've clearly never done business with Free Enterprise before.

Deal. You have 24 hours to hand your formulas over to Gaius Maecenas. He'll deliver them to the boss. Credits will be deposited in your account as sales are made.

It's been a pleasure doing business with you.

[sanguinescry]

Clearly not.

Will do and sounds good.

Likewise.

Private

[fictor]

What's the catch?

Private

[alphanpcs]

A little entertainment for us, a few extra credits for you.

How does 500 credits a win sound? We've got a few fights open tonight. What do you say? You win, we pay. That simple.

Private

[fictor]

For hitting people? This isn't like a fight to the death or anything?

Private

[alphanpcs]

For winning. Think of it like boxing without gloves. You don't have to kill the other guy, in fact, we would prefer if you didn't. All you have to do to get paid is knock out the opponent or get him to forfeit.

Private

[fictor]

Okay then. I'm game.

Private

[alphanpcs]

We have three fights for you tonight, then.

At 17:00, be at Sandy's Diner. That's in the INFRARED Entertainment Sector. Go through the kitchen and there's a door in the back; the one without the window. The password is 'anarchy.' We'll get you situated when you get there.