Picking up the data-pad, Umber went to a link and selected a small icon.
"Classy then. I see. Let us hope i can see you being classy in hell then."
She turned the data-pad to Calix and placed at his front. It was filled with small letters and a giant title saying "Contract".
"In the middle of these 800.. or 900 pages, you either will find your own personal brand of hellish situations, death or riches. Just remember. Don't hurt the Company.. And the Company will treat you as you were family."
Umber grabbed her bottle and sipped it.
"If you still want in, sign it. If not, that's the way out."
Pointing to the bar exit, with a grin that was now usually in her face at all times, she got close and whispered.
"Choose.. Because either way.. It will be a party."
[13:37:45] Tyler: ****** seems butthurt and Haste seems to be going in without lube or spitting atleast on it for decency sakes.
Never before was an endless text such a relief for Calix. He wouldn't bother to read through the actual contract, even if he had the time. All he saw was the tiny field at the very bottom, "sign".
The pokerface turned into a cheerful smile.
"Deal."
The contract - signed. Calix had arrived.
"So, this is where the fun begins? 'Should've ordered some extra booze then. Either way, *gestures* it'll be an 'honor', as they say."
Umber picked the data-pad and processed the contract with just a touch. She then placed it in her pocket and grabbed the beer again.
"Fun as it is, i will ask you to get to our personal bay, right here in Freeport One. The directions and passcodes will arrive shortly through the neural-net. Set yourself up, and get acquainted with our database. From associates to contracts passing by intel that would make any house agent quiver in excitement. Do that, and then you can begin..."
She finished the beer and set it down on the table.
"Your fun."
Deciding on a whim to finish her paperwork in her bunk, she stood up and slightly bowed her head.
"Welcome to the Reaver Mercenary Company, Super Mega Important Great Reaver. Stay classy."
She winked with a mischievous grin in her face, and walked out of the bar.
[13:37:45] Tyler: ****** seems butthurt and Haste seems to be going in without lube or spitting atleast on it for decency sakes.
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