He sat at his desk aboard the Izanami, a Cigar in his mouth and a glass of Rye in his hand. "What to do..." He looks to a computer screen the words "Operations Canceled" with the Syndicate Logo on it. He takes a puff of the Cigar before taking down the glass of Rye. "Conduct Business... What else." He smirked and nodded to himself in the mirror, straitening his tie he placed the Cigar in his mouth and headed towards the Bridge. "Mr. Kingsly set a course for Manhattan I have some business to take care of." Kingsly nodded, "Aye sir." And with that the Izanami set out to Manhattan.
It was a rainy day in the Capital on Planet Manhattan, Eden approached and entered a small worn down bar in the slums. "It's been a while Henry." A man called out the moment he entered the bar. "Henry's dead." Eden replied. "Ah yes, Mr. Eden was it?" Eden walked towards the man's table, two bodyguards looked him over and quickly frisked him, the man smiled.
"Can never be to careful Hen-, Mr. Eden."
Eden glared at the man, "Yes..."
"What brings you to my fine establishment?"
"Business."
"Right to business, you haven't changed a bit." The man poured Rye into two glasses and handed one to Eden.
He took the glass taking it down quickly. "Of Course." He reached for his pocket, the two guards reached for their sidearms. "A Cigar..."
"Stand down, you already searched him." Eden lit the Cigar, taking a long puff before exhaling. "Now Eden, what kind of business are you interested in?" Eden sat down at the table. "I want the Contact you have, I need munitions and lots of them."
"What could you want with Munitions, don't tell me your back?" The man smiled.
"Things have changed, contacts have halted but business must continue. Will you give me the contact?"
"I will with a condition of course."
"Of course"
"There is some business I need done, it will be like the old days again."
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