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In the dead of the night within a massive city, sprawling rows of apartments rose high into the sky and vanished into darkness beyond the dim gleam of streetlights. They were sleeping monsters, giant and silhouetted against a blanket of stars, save for one tiny window whose lights still shone for one sleepy occupant that still worked at her computer. Slow, indecisive keystrokes were the music of the room as the screen was slowly filled with text.
Mercenary for hire... No, that wasn't right. She wasn't a mercenary. Nor a bounty hunter. Was there even a job title for this line of work?
Services offered: General data extraction, general reconnaissance , general ass-kicking. The last one was great, but it was too unprofessional. A series of quick keystrokes erased it all and she began again.
Private eye for hire, was the compromise. Jack of all trades. Full certificates for legal arrests, perp takedowns and fulfilment of warrants. Long history of work with the law and its inner workings. She would leave out the fact that she was usually on the wrong side of it. The results were the same in the end. Legal advice is free, mosty-legal advice is not. No customers turned down regardless of history. Call this number to reach my office...
Taking another look at the ad, Victoria Artemovich sighed and considered deleting it all and starting from the scratch for the eighth time. "Fuck it. They'll hire me for my skills, not for my word choice." She muttered at last, making herself press Save and Print. The retired hacker was new to this odd planet, and legal jobs within her set of skills were hard to find. She figured that this would be a better approach to take if she wanted to make the money to pay the rent.
Swivelling in her chair away from the screen, she rose up from the seat and walked over to the pane of glass to stare into the dazzling lights of the high-tech, worn-down city. It didn't take the mind of a crook to see that there was a lot of bad things going on down there, but right now that only meant good things for her business. By daytime, her ad would be published throughout the city and placed anonymously into their classified listings. By tomorrow she'd be getting phone calls.
She hoped.
There was nothing to do now but wait. Victoria yawned, exhausted, and turned around and flicked off the light. With that, the tiny window on the side of the apartment vanished into darkness with the rest of them.