Midori:
Midori seemed surprised when she learned the reason for the car, but she realised a way this could work out for them both and nodded agreeably, finally getting what the man was about. She leaned forward, immediately looking interested when the older man said that this associate drove this vehicle. This associate. This vehicle that could get to her in an hour. That meant she had a competitor in the area who drove THIS car. The Face had an obvious choice to make.
"I get a feeling you've told me the truth. If that is the truth then I wouldn't bill you for the expense of the car if I took the job. I would ask that, in exchange for not billing you and for returning the car, unharmed, you permit me to meet this associate. Since you have been honest, I will be also: I have an interest in meeting potential... mutual friends, purely non-violent, of course. All I am asking for is a meeting, tonight. Tell him whatever you must to get him to meet me." It was hard to try and twist the arm of the grandfather to get a new contact, but Sbadowrunning was hard and being a Face was doubly so: you had to stick your neck on the line to drum up new business while the rest of your team could take the much safer infiltration after full intel option. There were just as many ways to die before the job as there was during, but you had no guarantee of knowing who was on your side before the job. At least once you'd been given the job, your employer's choice became the enemy.
"A runaway that doesn't want to be found is like smoke on a foggy day," Midori pointed out; what the old man was asking for was possible, albeit barely. When she was the granddaughter's age she'd had a network that could have hidden her from anyone she didn't want to find her. But Midori had a few ways of searching for women like that and she had a feeling that this was why she had been selected in particular. How did he know anything about her identity if he lived overseas? Had someone recommended her? The associate who owned this vehicle? Was it someone she'd worked with in the past? Barney Kwo, maybe. He made enough money as a street doc that he could have a fleet of these: he patched up Shadowrunners no questions asked and had the unusual quality amongst streetdocs in that groups to be, well, competent. A doc like that made money hand over fist.
"Do you want to know what I find out, whether it's good news, or bad news? For instance, if she has passed..." Midori spoke gently, with newfound respect for her elder. Some families simply wanted to know if there was a possibility of seeing their missing loved one once more, they didn't want details on how their loved one met their fate or how they were identified by their DNA being found in a sicko's fridge.
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Suddenly, it all made sense: the car, the expense, and Midori found herself surprised in a manner that even she, proud of her ability to think of most outcomes relevant to her job, had not foreseen: someone who wanted someone found for good reasons, not because they were to be silence or otherwise harmed. Her digital pupils flared briefly and a look of equal parts comprehension and humiliation for the blindspot she held for families who had been like her parents: gentle people who wanted the best for their family, or to make up for a past hurt. Cynical, perhaps, but as a Shadowrunner she encountered so few like her beloved parents that it hadn't even registered as a possibility.
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O-wabi no kotoba mo gozaimasen ," the young Japanese-American apologised deeply. The grandfather had been beyond patient while she'd been talking to him like another like herself: someone who understood that speaking earnestly to a Shadowrunner was tantamount to asking to be robbed in most places - while not all were willing to sink to such depths, enough were, especially for the sort of money that she'd been offered for the contract, that it was charmingly called "chumming the waters", an apt observation when one considered it referred to befriending as well as having the implication about sharks.
Midori kept her eyes respectfully averted for the rest of the time the pair spoke, though she did not attempt to bargain the price of the run down. She didn't know what she might be getting herself into, and if the price might be reasonable for some reason unknown to her.
"I sympathise with the situation of your granddaughter," she began, a hesitation in her tone that suggested this was not a conversation she often had to have. "Your enthusiasm for finding her is commendable, but I must speak honestly with you: a young woman of that age is difficult to find if she does not wish to be found. Regardless of the reason for her departure, you could spend that nuyen and find yourself chasing shadows. I am not attempting to bargain with you, I am trying to prepare you for the fact that even heartbreak is not the worst possible outcome in a situation like this."
It was a bitter pill to swallow for people who sought their families sometimes and Midori felt it best to warn the older man that sometimes the search outlived the searcher.