Agent 71 followed Mr. Torgue into the office at the side of the bar. Agent 71's feet sank a bit as his boots compressed the red shag carpet aligning the room. The plain ivory walls of the room were adorned with small golden framed pictures. Each picture was of Moxxi in provocative poses. The largest picture was set just behind the desk in the back of the room. In the picture, Moxxi was lying on her stomach on a red colored bed with purple throw pillows. She was wearing her top hat, a smile and little else.
To the right of the room, there was a long black leather couch. Mr. Torgue was already stretched out on. His large muscular arms were stretched out across the back of the couch. Agent 71 was not inclined to sit directly next to an employer. That wasn't professional, plus doing so on a couch was just a little creepy. "So what's the job Mr. Torgue?"
The door opened again before Mr. Torgue could respond. Moxxi strolled into the room, closing the door behind her.
"Thank you Mr. Torgue for saving me a seat."
"Anytime Moxxi". Mr. Torgue said as Moxxi sat down beside him on the couch. She tilted her hips on an angle as she sat down and crossed her legs, giving Agent 71 a side view of her left thigh.
Agent 71 cleared his throat to signal he wanted to return to business. However, it was mainly to focus his mind more on the job at hand then it was for them.
"Mr. Torgue?" Agent 71 said.
"Oh Right! I've got a situation. My lead weapons designer, Salty Saul, was on his way to meet one of my explosive suppliers when they were both kidnapped by Hyperion soldiers."
Agent 71 crossed his arms and tilted his head as he listened. "Do you have any idea where they're being held?"
"My sources in Sanctuary have told me that they are being held inside a Hyperion Research Facility within the Southern Wastes."
"Then I'd better get a coat." Agent 71 mused. "Is there any other Intel?"
"Just a few photos one of my agents took of the facility." Mr. Torgue said as he leaned over and fished the photos out of his pants. Torgue handed the set of photographs to Agent 71.
Agent 71 flipped through the photographs."I'll get right on it."
Mr. Torgue stood up. As Torgue approached Agent 71, Agent 71 offered his hand to seal the contract. Instead of a handshake, Agent 71 received a slap on the back by Mr. Torgue. The force from the slap moved him forward a few inches.
"Agent 71 your badass-atude is off the freaking charts! After this job, I'll put you on my payroll. You'll have access to all the guns, grenades and explosions any man could ever dream of!" Mr. Torgue said before he exited the room.
Agent 71 looked at Moxxi who was still sitting on the couch. Her right hand patted the seat cushion that Torgue had vacated. "Come on Sugar, it's time for our talk."
"Thanks, but I'm fine right here Moxxi" Agent 71 said waving her off.
"Oh, I insist Sugar. I promise I won't bite, something like that would come out of your fee."
Agent 71 really preferred to stand. There was something about Moxxi that was different from other women he'd met. Her presence was so strong he kept losing his focus. That was not professional. In addition, not having his head in the game during contract negotiations could cause him to take a job against his better interests. Yet, he was curious of the job and decided to accommodate her wishes. Agent 71 sat down beside Moxxi. Her right elbow rested on the back of the couch as her hand pressed against the side of her cheek.
"See, that wasn't so terrible." Moxxi said, smiling at him. "Why so tense, Agent 71? Does being so close to me bother you?"
"Hardly" Agent 71 said trying to sound more convincing than it sounded in his mind. He flipped through the pictures once more. The place was built inside of a glacier. He had no idea how he was going to be able to pull this mission off for Mr. Torgue. Agent 71 was suddenly aware of warm breath near his hooded ear. Moxxi had slid closer to him and was leaning into his shoulder to look at the pictures.
"Mmmm. That looks like a tough nut to crack." Moxxi had now draped her right arm across Agent 71's shoulders. "Help me with my job and I'll help you with this one."
"How could you help me with this fortress?" Agent 71 started to turn his head. He stopped when he realized how close Moxxi's face was to his.
"How about detailed blueprints of that facility for starters?"
"How could you get blueprints?" Agent 71 said with an air of disbelief.
"I already have them Sugar. Back when I dated Handsome Jack, he would take my skiing on far side of the mountain. I stayed in the facility quite a few times."
"You dated Handsome Jack, the head of Hyperion?" Agent 71 said as he stood up and crossed his arms.
"Hey! He seemed like an okay guy until he started killing everyone!" Moxxi said.
"So what exactly do you need me to do Moxxi?"
"I need you to pick up a canister inside the defunct Hyperion Wildlife Preserve and deliver it to the Crimson Raiders HQ in Sanctuary along with this ECHO recording." Moxxi said as she pulled out a small chip from her cleavage.
"Jeez! How many things do you have stashed in there?"
Moxxi lips curled in a wry smile. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Agent 71 took the chip and left Moxxi's office. As he headed to the door, Agent 71 noticed the marauder was still lying crumpled on the ground. The patrons of the bar were stepping over the body as they passed by. Agent 71 eyed the room. The blonde who toasted him earlier had left her table. Agent 71 made his way to the front door. He kept his right hand on his pistol grip in case there was anyone else who might be foolish enough to try and collect his bounty.
He exited Moxxi's place and walked down the steps and returned to his Runner. As he crawled back into his canopy, Agent 71 noticed something in the sky. In the pale moonlight he saw a large shadow circling the area. Even from this distance, he could tell it was quite large in size. He started his Runner and headed off to the Wildlife Preserve. The flying shadow circled once more after he left. The shadow then descended down into the parking lot. The lights of Moxxi's bar showed it was a giant Rakk.
On the Rakk's head was a harness with leather steering straps inside its mouth. The straps were held by a man who was saddled atop the Rakk. The rider dismounted the Rakk. His shirtless torso was defined with muscle and sported a pair spiked shoulder pads. The rider's face was covered in a bucket shaped helmet. There was a pair of horns on the side of the helmet, one of which had been broken in half.
The green night vision lens of the rider's visor illuminated a path to Moxxi's inn. The rider removed a large two-handed hammer from the side of his mount. The rider walked up to the inn door and began to open it. As the door opened, he noticed the wanted poster. Ripping it from the wall, the Rakk rider studied it. He looked in the direction that Agent 71 rode off in.
The rider folded the poster and stuffed it inside one of his bolt studded gauntlets. He then walked back to his mount. After placing his hammer back, the rider mounted his Rakk. With a tug of the reins the Rakk shrieked and took off for the skies once more.