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Jay comes in through his door, holding it propped open with a kit bag while he ferries several other bags in and dumps them on a table.

The view through the open door is of a jungle, green and humid with a sluggish muddy river flowing slowly. Jay bounces down the gangway of a houseboat till all his belongings are off the boat and inside the bar.

Time to repack and move on.

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"But it's time to be moving on." He nods, gesturing her out onto the deck as he locks up behind them. "The friend I was minding it for will be back soon."

She follows his instructions.

"Do you know where you are headed or are you going to take time in Milliways to figure it out?" because she's done that alot.

"Hong Kong. I think." Jay heads back down the ramp, picking up another couple of bags and a box of tools. "I've got a safehouse there. A dead drop. I suspect my brother may have left me messages there."

"I love Hong Kong. So much to do." and so many contacts. Probably best she stays away.

"I haven't been back there for a few years. It'll be interesting to see how much it's changed."

"I imagine quiet a bit. That's one of the things I love about Hong Kong."

"How long since you've been there?" He stands back to let her through the door, like a gentleman, closing it behind them.

"It's been a few decades." she answers as she walks through the door.

"Yourself?"

"Nine years subjectively." Jay nods. "I wasn't much more than a kid last time."

He gestures to the bar. "Can I offer you a drink?"

"Tea is always welcome. Thank you."

"Have you ridden your bike recently?"

"Not the one I travel with. I haven't run her in for a while. And truth be known, she might not be much use in Hong Kong. Too heavy, too big. I'll fly over and find a door once I get there. Bring one of my lighter bikes that way."

He orders her tea and himself a coffee.

"How about yourself? Been getting up to mischief?"

"I've been trying not to." she admits, "But it's been difficult. I miss the excitement of my old life. And really who wouldn't miss jewels."

"There are always more jewels to be had. In my experience, it's always wise to keep skills like that from getting rusty. Never know when you might need them."

Oh what a bad influence. And she is liking it. "Perhaps you have a point. Do you have any ideas?"

"Depends on your tastes. Moving feasts like embassy parties. Or complicated museum heists. There's about a dozen West African warlords I could name who could really do with having the contents of their safes redistributed."

"Yes, though I will not sell blood diamonds." she does have her moral code, as slight as it may be at times.

"Perhaps I should start with a Jewelry store before I try a museum. It has been a while." he mind is a buzz with idea's. Thinking about if there would be violence if she went after West African warlords, or how she might be able to con them.

"Yeah, but giving the money for them back to the communities whose blood the diamonds come from is a nice, warm feeling." Even better if the warlord's compound is on fire at the time.

"Always a safe bet. As long as they're not Armenian. Those guys uses nasty security systems."

"Well you are winning me over on the West African warlords." she has a new mission when she gets back. "Though getting past those security systems are half the fun."

"I spent a bit of time on the Ivory Coast. May have started a few fires and emptied a few safes along the way." And, you know, blown up a mine or two.

"Well, I would take on the challenge of no one getting hurt." she doesn't use gun but if she can close the mines that might be an extra victory. "Do you have any advice?"

"I took something of a direct approach." Jay answers, with a somewhat shameless grin. "Mostly, they're predominately vain, megalomaniac, and easy to manipulate. A grifter worth their salt would have a field day with them. Especially if they're blonde and beautiful." Added with a charming smile.

"Oh then this should be fun. After all it hasn't been that long." she grins mischievously with intent for the first time in almost a decade.

Part of her is ashamed at how excited she is.

"So, do you prefer to fly solo? Or do you want some company?"

"I would love some company. It'll take some time for me to get things set up though. I've been out of touch with my contacts."

"Let me know if I can help. My contacts might not be much use in your world but I make useful muscle."

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