Cat "The Claw" Crenshaw - Talon CoCat listened to the back and forth bickering between the various factions and stifled a yawn. Then she took her feet off the table and leaned forward to address the various representatives.
Nicholas-The Honorable Representative of The Communist Republic of Detroit
"I would like to extend a limited time offer to all my fellow attendees, sign a trade agreement now and you shan't be left in the dust when our new Industrialization plan puts us at the top of the wasteland! We have a surplus of quality vehicles and machines that need to be sent somewhere, otherwise the work of the people will have been in vain, we are willing to part with these quality machines for anything you may have to offer. I will be hearing proposals for the next day, so don't hesitate."
OOC: I am having fun with this character XD
Cat's interest was sparked. "What sort of machine's are we talking about here? The Talon company would also be interested in buying some vehicles. It seems our territory is constantly expanding," she said with a grin.
"Sure, free is better, or pay us to take out your trash, I'm good with whichever," Natasha laughs, "I'm looking for weapons and materials supliers actually, the meat is a bonus."
"Yea, I hear you. My main objective is to strike some deals, get some protection contracts and buy more weapons," she said with a nod. "I guess I'll have to stop by your arena after the conference, make a few wagers," she added with a grin.
Max Fightmaster-Spring
*Eyes widen as Cat enters*
Umm. . . c-c-could T-t-t-tal-l-on Company h-help us w-w-with our gang p-problems?
"So, M-m-max was it? I see you are not happy with the Brotherhood helping you clean up Springs," she said with a sidelong glance at the BoS rep, who's name she couldn't remember at the moment. "Now, if you want the help of the Talon company, we'll gladly come in and take out the trash," she said, mocking Mr. Winter with her last words. "It'll cost you, but it'll be worth it. You will remain independent and don't have to lick the boots of the Brotherhood," she added with a smirk.
James wilson- Gale
Hello... Miss Claw, what is this Talon company you talk about? are you another Merc company like the Red hands? They seem to think they control everything in the merc game, good to seem that someone else is out there.
James Wilson- Gale
You there merc crews, we wish to hire one of you to help escort the captain to either Detroit or the MLA, discuss among yourselves who get the job. Although note, if you are successful we may have other jobs available for you.
"Damn straight, uh Mr. Wilson, was it? The Red's just TALK about how good they are, Talon Company just goes out and proves it," she winked at Mr. Winter's image on a screen. "We would be able to do a better job and I can even offer you a discount, say 12 guards and for the low price of 650 caps?" She threw her offer on the table, with a sidelong glance at Alexander and his briefcase.
Alexander Smith, Conference room
Before Alexander could respond a small beep from his suitcase went off he picked it up and opened it inside was a screen and some reports the screens flat line started moving as a smooth British accent emanated “Good morning Mrs Crenshaw and Mrs Pearson, I am Mr. Winter, ah Mr. smith would you be as kind as to turn me round to face the conference I assure you, you wont be excluded from this hmm” Alexander quickly spun the briefcase round to face the room “That’s better now down to business Mrs. Crenshaw, I have a report here that says that you have begun infringements on Chicago territory, both our companies have agreed to leave that area neutral and so I have had no option but to shall we say Take out the trash hmm?” Mr. Winter finished off.
Alexander smith & Mr. Winter, Conference room
Mr. winter responded "My company would be more than able to deal with this Matter easily We can provide the captain with ten guards and for the low price of 750 caps, what do you say to that Mr. Wilson?".Cat snatches the suitcase and turns it towards her. "Listen Winter, and listen good, if you ever touch any of my man again, then we will go to war. We barely set foot into the Chicago territory and trust me, we are well aware of our deals. However, your boys tried to snatch contracts from under our noses a few times, in OUR territory, mind you, and I trust you believe me when I say that this makes me very unhappy," she hissed and slammed the briefcase shut.