Royal Flush walks calmly down the snow covered streets of uptown Bellevue, trying to workout what he want to do for Christmas. He was never one for the festive session, mainly because he had no family to spend it with.
Lost in thought, he is suddenly snapped back to reality by an incoming comcall, the ringtone seeing to have changed it's self to a pop-punk song called "Stars over Bethlehem" by the up-and-coming band Luke 316
Making a mental note to get that piece of advertising garbage gutted from his commlink, he flicks open a privet DNI connection to his fixer.
"What have you got for me Mr. Black&White ?" "I've got a job lined up needs to be done quick. The Johnson said it's gonna be difficult and you know what that means. If you want in let me know." "What sort of job ?" "Retrieval" "This better pay well if its so impromptu and dangerous." "Of course, I wouldn't have even humored them if it wasn't" "Of course. Tell the Johnson that I'm in. Anyway, I need to ring Transys custom service, and have a talk about there privacy settings, and who they share my shopping history with" "chuckling Have fun with that royal."
After the call, he pulls up a music site and pre-orders Luke 316's news album and buys there whole discography.