1. Find Bag 2. ????? 3. Profit!

[Trevor Paige]

Trevor sighed faintly and his head shook just a bit as he moved alongside Tim. Man, this kid was clueless. Did Trevor really have to spell it out for him? The pieces were there in front of him and yet, the boy just didn't seem to be able to put them together. It was obvious Tim knew damn well what Trevor dealt in and why he would bankroll setting him up with superior equipment. Nevertheless, they were getting nowhere. Trevor continued walking keeping his attention on the path ahead.

"Alright, here's the deal." Trevor said after a moment. "Information is important and there's an awful lot of it around here. However, the problem is it's incredibly difficult to get a hold of all that information floating around. Most people only get a tiny bit here and there which leads to drawing their own conclusions. That, in turn, leads to the overactive rumor mill in this place. Of course, you know this already." Trevor waved a hand absently. "I have no problem providing the tools necessary to enhance your capacity to gather this information in its entirety in return for future considerations."

"Now, don't think I have any intentions on manipulating what you put out." Trevor glanced briefly to Tim. "As I said before, I like what you do. It's a noble cause you've taken up and I respect that." Which wasn't a lie. Trevor found having a purpose a commendable trait. "But if you could see to it certain pieces of information make their way in my direction once in a while, I'd be infinitely grateful."

[Tim Tawfeek]

Alright, now they were getting down to the actual deal. Well, the deal between the two of them. Tim was pretty sure that the "actual deal" probably involved that sack of money and whatever it was that Trevor planned on doing with it. Tim didn't want to think too much about that right now, not least of all because, well, Trevor was running out things. Rumor mill, information, and couldn't he just get that from other sources? The same way that Tim did? Wasn't like Tim had a special power or anything; he just had a blog and a willingness to do what it took.

Providing tools to increase sounded good though, but of course there had to be a catch. Tim waited for that, unable to completely sell his soul without knowing what the Devil planned on doing with it. Pass information along to him? "So you, what, want me to be your stoolie or something?" said Tim, blinking. "I guess informant is the more appropriate term now," he reached up, adjusting his glasses. "And how much equipment would I be getting for making sure that certain pieces of information got your way? I'm guessing this would involve your various, uh, activities and maybe a bit about a few... noticeable students?"

What? nobody said that all of Tim's intentions were noble. More gear meant he could accomplish more, get more attention. And wasn't that the aim of it all, really? To do greater good, of course.

[Trevor Paige]

Trevor didn't really like the sound of calling Tim his 'stoolie' or even 'informant'. Both of those sounded so... criminal in nature. He offered a faint shrug as he glanced to the slightly older boy. "I prefer the term 'business partner'." He said with a punctuating nod. "Stoolie just sounds so derogatory, don't you think?" Trevor shook of the faint frown the word brought out and turned his attention back to where the two of them were walking.

"Alright, Tim." Trevor had fit a few of the pieces together for Tim and he'd started getting the picture the puzzle would be once complete but it wasn't happening fast enough. Exhaling slowly, Trevor continued. "I'm gonna make this quick. I'm not a drug dealer, I'm not a shady, bad guy. I'm simply in the business of making money. My commodity happens to be whatever the market demands." He lifted the bag a bit. "This? It's temporary, a one time thing. An obligation that needs to be filled. How do you fit in to this whole plan?" Trevor didn't allow for an answer before he continued. "Simple. You have an extraordinary knack for finding things out. I like that. It's a valuable skill. I'd much rather put you on the payroll, give you some shiny new toys to play with and make an ally out of you than run the risk of being on opposite sides."

There was a pause just long enough for another student to walk past. Trevor trotted up the stairs just outside the dorms and pulled the door open. "My deal is this. Make me a wish list. What do you want, what do you need? As I can get my hands on it, you'll get it. In return, should I, or someone willing to pay the right price, desire a certain bit of information I'll task you with handing it over or finding it. Naturally you'll be compensated each time. As for the equipment, think of it as an initial investment and gesture of good faith." Trevor stopped walking and turned, looking expectantly to Tim.

[Tim Tawfeek]

Business partner, yeah, Tim bet Trevor preferred that term. Made it all sound cleaner. Tim supposed he liked that feeling too, the clean part, not the part about appeasing Trevor, though he supposed he should probably get behind that too. The last thing he needed was to get this guy on his bad side, despite the speech that followed. Like Tim really bought the whole "I make money thing." That sounded shady and morally grey to say the least... though there was a decided dollop of believability placed right on top there. People looked out for themselves and all, at least for the most part. Sure, Tim tried to do stuff for other people, but he knew darn well that at the end of the day, a lot of what he was doing was to enhance his own reputation.

Temporary, at least with regards to the drugs. Tim looked down to the bag, having what had to be fourth thoughts about that. Just best to ignore it, keep your head down. Tim wasn't exactly thrilled to even be having this conversation. He supposed he should be thrilled about being this close to someone like Trevor, who had a Bellefonte and everything, but it felt a lot dirtier than Tim had expected.

"I can get you a wish list," he said, realizing even as he said it that the words amounted to an acceptance of the terms. Why not? They suited both of them; no reason to pretend otherwise. Tim was tempted to point out that Trevor could get the money elsewhere, but, well, he kind of wanted the equipment. "You gonna give me some way of contacting you? Or should I just set up some kind of drop box or something?" Tim could do some stuff like that on the computer, plus he had friends who had a knack for that sort of thing. Though Tim wasn't sure he really wanted to lean on his friends for this; just because he was willing to get dirty didn't mean anyone else would.

[Trevor Paige]

Ah, finally. Tim not only understood Trevor's offer but had accepted. It took a while, sure, but Trevor had, at least, gotten what he wanted. He felt Tim would make a valuable ally and was pleased to find they could come to a mutually beneficial agreement. With a smile more reminiscent of a predator who had cornered prey than a 16 year old boy Trevor nodded and extended a hand to give Tim's a firm shake. "I'm glad we could see eye to eye, Tim." Trevor spoke honestly here. The term 'ally' was accurate. He'd not tell Tim this, but Trevor felt the other boy had great things in store and could, if pushed in the right direction, eventually become a powerful influence within the walls of the campus. Trevor was merely purchasing stock in a small start-up business before the price skyrocketed.

"Don't worry about that." Trevor replied coolly when asked about a method of contact. Such details were trivial to him. Turning on his heel he stepped into the dorms, leaving Tim near the doorway. "I've got your number Tim." He called. "You just have the first part of your list ready as soon as you can. I'll message you tomorrow."

[Tim Tawfeek]

A firm handshake, not that Tim was surprised. Almost felt like Trevor had practiced it before, or, more likely, had done his fair share of hand-shaking. Tim didn't want to linger on that too long, since they'd finally reached the whole "seeing eye to eye" bit. Tim definitely wanted to be in that position, especially when dealing with someone like Trevor. You either saw eye-to-eye, or were looking up, and nothing good came from that latter position.

When Trevor dismissed Tim's worries, however the nerd got, well, worried. He arched a brow, not sure how exactly... his number. Ready the list. Tim stood there, again wondering what exactly he'd gotten himself into. Not like he could back out now, not if he didn't want to run into... who knew what. Tim just nodded and watched Trevor walk away, feeling like he'd dodged a bullet, no matter how reassuring Trevor had been.