Open Finished Well, I never meant to brag

Whas had business to attend to, this was hopefully going to be a quick in and out. Extend services to the possible client achieve what information they required about Plague Rat services and leave. That was all. So here Whas was in his Rat form as he moved his way over to the side of the M1A1 Abrams Tank that a certain Mrs. Yoka Sake had aquired at some point in their life and had on the island. The Dark forbid where or how she had gotten the thing onto the island, his sources were still out on that trying to figure it out. When as he was part way through transforming into a Human form he felt a wash of water hit his legs.

As Whas was mid transformation his leg soon was dry and covered in a dark black slick pants. Though Whas did take a side step away from the Tank to make sure it didn't happen again. After finishing his transformation he readjusted his shades and stepped around the corner of the tank. His tall muscled frame familiar to the Were-Rat. This was how he approached all new clientele... or in fact any client. Once he was in full sight of Mrs. Sake he nodded his head in a brief bow, To convey that they were equals. "Hello Mrs. Sake, I will not need the towel thank you. But I wish to extend a hand of a business proposition if you are willing to talk."

Nodding Whas took Miss Sake's hand in a hand shake. His face not really revealing much in terms of his state of mind. He listened to what she had to say but waited for a pause to speak up. "Many appearances can be deceiving Miss Sake." He would let that be the only reply to how she was dressed. For a Were like he was it was very much a true statement. When she asked where he would like to conduct buisness with her he thought about it for a moment.

"Where ever you are most comfortable Miss Sake. My buisness though of a seceretive nature, flouishes when more know who to contact to gain our services. For the largest part my buisness is in information. From the small to the large, if you need any particular piece of information me and my crew will be able to locate and retrieve any that you wish." Whas stood up straight and put his hands behind his back. The posture was professional openness while still holding back his entire hand. This was just a peek behind the curtain so to speak. If Miss Sake wanted to know more she would need to ask for it. And that may require going indoors.

"I personally have not been inside of a tank no." Whas responded in the same buisness like tone. As he watched Mrs. Sake get into the tank he gave a look around to check for more eyes if they were around before he moved his large frame into the tank he got stuck for a moment and gave a small sigh and he his body began to change and he shrunk down into a large Rat, his clothing molding into his fur. At the end he was indeed nothing more than a Large European Brown Rat.

Once inside the tank he gave another sigh. He spoke again still having the same deep masculine voice while in the form of a rat. "There are three levels of services that my clan offers. The first is general information, we have members of my clan all over the city to keep an eye on things. The second is Counter Espionage, this includes not selling information about our clients who have this level of security. The last is Personal body guards, As I am free of this level of contract I will be the one to be guarding you personally."

His hands automatically cleaned his fur while he sat in his seat looking at Mrs Sake seriously. "The first service's price is to allow my Clan to set up shop around the area that is all, the second is when you ask for services from us you pay with information for information. The Body Guard service is a retainer fee for each member of my clan that you wish to employ in this manner. My personal fee is 1.5 grand per week. Each member of my clan is 600$ per week for everyday service and 1 grand for if their services are required to defend the client." He looked over the surroundings inside the take examining every detail. It was certainly customized.

"The last major player in the underground and similar buisnesses as yours were the Rosales Gang. The others so far are not big enough nor well known enough for me to place a request for a recommendation." His paw ran through his fur and over one of his ears. Having the fur was natural to a were-rat like himself, but his human form had no hair. So going from one to the other swiftly began to feel odd.

When she said she was intersted he bowed his head. "The price for clan members is for the Body Guard positions. But yes, if you so wish the payments can be semi-monthly if you so wish. We are paid in advance for our services. So you can pay for as many days as you wish us to be there. We will keep track of the days, if you no longer wish for our services than all you would need to do is stop paying us."

Whas stood up fully in his rat form while continuing to look at Mrs Sake. "How many clan members do you wish to have at your disposal. And do you wish for my personal protection services?"

"A healthy amount of caution and paranoia is the life blood of the Clan Mrs Sake. We would not approach you if we thought you'd be bad for business." Whas looked up at the hatch hole he had dropped down to get into the tank and he began hopping up to different levels to be able to reach the exit in a single bound when he's ready.

"It will take some time to set up a Clan Nest, but my subordinates will contact you with the location if you need something more immediate than the bi-weekly meetings." Whas nodded his head at her and turned completely towards her, his eyes flicked up and down her body.

"To most Mrs Sake yes, you are a beautiful woman. But I do not mix pleasure with business, plus you are not my type. I require a bit more rat like qualities to my women. It was a pleasure to make your aquiantance Mrs Sake, we will be in touch at a later date. My associates will meet you in a few days to start the meetings. I shall meet you in three months time to renegotiate the contract. Farewell Mrs Sake." Whas then hopped out of the tank in a swift movement and was already gone in a matter of moments.