The car pulls over in front of the building and quickly a valet sleeved into a pod rush forward asking for ID. A quick E-confirmation later, the two descend from the vehicle, taking the bags with them, which is moved to another location, a virtual ticket sent to Wei's mesh. "Here we are." [Mr. Sorin is in range, messaging him] Turing said to his owner. Further in the room, a Fury in a security uniform turned around and walked over quickly. "Evening, Fix." The man sleeved in a female morph said, nodding his head. "Good to see you again." "Glad to see you too, Sorin." Wei answered. "Meet miss Leng, my companion for tonight." [Is she cleared with the org?] The fury asked via the mesh to his friend. [No. She's not involved.] "It's very nice to meet you, M'am." The fury declared, grinning.

"My room is the 962" She said before parting with Sorin, Wei handing her bag, to be cleared through security. Which he took with an acknowledging nod. "Weapons are only allowed for security personnel. So it would have been pointless." [The 14k run the place. Being the only armed ones discourage people from making trouble.] She added silently via the mesh. "What do you want to try first? Casino, Bar, Club or the Restaurant?"

"How about Dim Sum? In chinese community, it's traditionally eaten with tea and sweets as a light meal. Generally in the morning, mid-afternoon or late night snack." [Integrating encryption key. I will monitor any attempt at listening in, Your line is now secure, Fix.] [Thank you Turing.] Wei answered. [It is doubtful the Triad will do anything to us, I happen to be a good friend of the red pole who run this place. The guests could be more likely, but they would only have whatever peashooter they slipped through security or morph-integrated weapons that wasn't banned.] She then said to Leng. ((By the way, has Leng used Psi on Wei so far? Also, I forgot to write, but Wei reactivated endocrine control when they got in.))

As they entered the elevator, Wei sent an order by the mesh to the Kitchen, simultaneously opening a very generous tab for Leng and herself. Three floors later, the elevator opened into a massive room, the mixing smell of many different kitchens serving all manners of food mixing. [If you want, I could acquire something for you.] Wei offered to Leng. [Nothing big, but it would be better than nothing.] The Hostess welcomed them with the brightest of smile, directing them to a table in the corner, a pot of tea and two ceramic cub waiting for them. ((Okay, I was wondering since Psi-sleights are easy to detect as they make people feel really weird when you use them, which 99% of people wouldn't know why they're feeling so but a handful would recognize it.))

"Thank you, Miss Leng." Wei said as her date poured tea for the both of them. She grabbed the cup and sipped it calmly for a moment, enjoying the aroma. "I hope you're enjoying the evening. It's rather delightful to enjoy these evening for once." Soon, the waiters arrive, carrying several bamboo steamer basket, placing them on the table until it is filled with many types of dumplings, steamed cakes and buns. "Màn man chī."

"Well, despite the appearance of a social event, these type of meeting can be work intensive, they are the perfect way to meet new contacts or make deals. I normally spend little time enjoying pleasantries and focus on networking." Wei answered, grabbing various assorted bites with her chopsticks. "But tonight, your company makes all the difference miss Leng."

"I knew you'd enjoy the cooking, the price may be true banditry but it is worth it. But I truly hope to never end up on your business list, I wouldn't want to have this lovely image of yours ruined."

[Well, the nature of my work is more or less an open secret. I technically do very few things that are illegal in of themselves, mainly I help people prepare their own gig, find things or person of interest, help them disappear and et cetera.] She said via the Mesh, chewing on a steamed pork and shrimp bun. [And most cliques have acquired a vested interest in keeping me out of jail. I've had security forces told to stand down more than once.] "Well, in that area we are similar. I've been avoiding engagements for a while, I think it would be bad for me to tangle someone in my affairs."

"I have a very complicated life." Wei answers with an enigmatic smile. "Although lives might be more accurate." She then add. "I can indulge you for at least fourty minutes. Then I'll have to pay my respect to Ms. Cardiff before meeting with the members of the B-Movement for negotiation, it would be gauche to not introduce ourselves before mingling with the rest of the guests. The rest of my meetings are open in schedule."

"Well then, let's get to it then." Wei declared taking her companion's hand and moving toward the elevator. riding a single floor up, as the door open, their senses are assaulted by the dazzling lights, the pumping music and the smell of bodies busying themselves on the floor.

"Are you alright, Miss Leng?" Wei asked, gripping her firmly. "You look quite... overloaded."

"Of course." Wei answered, walking her to one of the empty booth that occupied the edges of the club. "Take all the time you need." Wei said, passing a mesh order for cocktails to the bar.

"Do you often have problems dealing with crowds?" Wei ask, holding his Appletini inone hand. "Are you sure you want to stay here? We could go somewhere less crowded if you need."

"Would my room be alright with you? I need to grab a few things before my meeting and I can garantee there will be no one listening or watching us." Wei offers, sipping her drink.

Another elevator ride later, this time two dozen floors upward, the two arrive at Wei's room, a three piece suite with view over the south side of the tower. As they enter, Wei makes a sign for Leng to be quiet for a minute as she open the two duffel bags that had been left on the coffee table, contraband items visible within it. A moment later, she activate a small bot, hovering out of the bag and into the air. "There's not supposed to be any, but any cameras or microphone that could be in the room are now disabled." She then sit down, opening the fridge under the table and taking a pair of water bottle, offering one to Leng.

"You're not the first Async I've worked with Ms. Leng." She smiles. "I've worked with them extensively in the past, so no, this is no reason for me to retract, I am in fact very grateful you disclosed this fact about yourself." "If I may ask, where did you contract the Watts-McLeod strain?" ((Wei has the Async familiarity trait, although I figured out of his Gargoyle he might not have noticed Leng's status.))

"A survivor of the lost generation? That is fairly unusual. Many would be put off, especially those who have had access to the project report, which paint a fairly bleak picture, but I've taken to judging people on the basis of their actions and words rather than their origins." Wei smiles warmly "And might I say that you've been nothing but good and trust worthy with me so far?"

"It seems this feeling is mutual, Ms. Leng." Wei smiled, timidly. "I like you, and very much so." "But there are also things I need to divulge before we could ever go further... It's a rather long story..."

"Well our little story begins with the fall." Wei began slipping a hand over Leng's. "I woke up several months later, I'd died somewhere in the containment zone, I was left without family, without money, in the chaos that followed the events. I was in massive debts, they had survived, my family's funds and my job had not." "Lacking options, I sold my services to the highest bidder, a five years indenture. Unlike all the infugees that were floating about, I had some very interesting skills and so I was purchased for a strong price by Solaris. Officially, as a data analyst and consultant, officiously I don't even truly know. All I know is I woke up in a clinic five years later, a giant gaping hole in my memory, nothing but a thank you message from the corp and a respectable pile of credit in my account. My contract was specific, it allowed the editing out of sensitive information, so they took all of it. I wanted to know what happened so I followed the trail of spending; Inner system, outer system, brinker habitats, scum swarms, you name it, I'd been on it, doing something that sure wasn't paperwork. Eventually I got really good at exploiting my talents; hacking, social engineering, finding information, organizing criminal hits, all to get me a step further in finding what had happened to me. Eventually I ticked someone off, they sent assassins after me. I remember, it was in Extropia, the security specialist I'd hired caught the first bullet, dropped his weapon. I remember it floating in front of me. It then I fully understood how bad it was, a forgotten muscle memory awakened, I grabbed the pistol and out of pure reflex I shot back, twice, once in the heart, and then in the head. Not long after that, a secret society contacted me, they wanted to help me, just as I could help them. With them, I learned things I didn't think possible; vast conspiracies, the existence of Psi, I saw beyond the official party line that the many government wants us to believe. I saw the world just as it was; Fucked up." She takes a breath. "Sorry, that was long winded... But that's what I am, not just a scientist, not just a criminal, not just a socialite, I'm involved in some truly weird shit. I've walked the white zone, chased exsurgent infected transhuman across the system, done some truly horrible shit in the name of public safety."

"I spent the firs two years after my induction working closely with asyncs, at first trying to overcome morph fever but also creating a program to identify those afflicted with the Watts-McLeod strain."

"Two of them have experienced little to no symptoms, the others had slight reduction in their feelings of distress. The two success were infected around the same area and time during the fall and we theorized their sub-strain was more responsive to the treatment. The project was scrapped after a while, but I continued to work on my software."

Wei come closer, sitting down next to Leng, she sets her gaze right into hers. "Well, I'm not technically, supposed to say, but neither was I supposed to reveal anything else. I'm sure you've heard of us; in hushed whispers, in conspiracy forums, in the propaganda of the inner system blocs." She come even closer, whispering to her ear. "We're called Firewall."

Repressing a shiver from the mental intrusion, Wei returns the kiss, softly, slipping a hand onto Leng's chin, taking in her scent. Her own morph smells like orange, with the salty breeze of the sea.