Hunting the hunter

[Silver]

Kalliste Silver for few, or Silver of Reaver Merc. Co. for many, was finishing prepping the last bounty claims.

The Blood Money was in it's slow hours, and she often was there to deal with the paperwork, since both Crimson and Copper were still enjoying their respective vacations.

Paperwork that often drove her mind insane. Repair bills, requests, new bounties, application requests, prospects, the works.

"How the hell do i have time to-"

Her thought was cut short by the beep of her data comm. While nothing new.. She felt something.

Her eyes turned slowly to it, for its sound.. had an tone or an impression well known to her.
Her heart felt it.
Her senses told her so.

A hunt was about to begin.

While the message was being displayed, her smirk was evident.. That soon turned to that old predatorial grin.

She replied to it with a smile and a cigar. Since she needed a good hunt. And some nicotine.

Samantha Marquez.. Leader of the 13th.
I am.. touched that you think that my skill-set is needed by the Maltese Navy.

*Lights up a cigar*

I am also very glad you like my work.. It's always good to be apreciated.

*Grins*

And now you bring me preys to hunt..
Ones that you want alive.

*Puffs the cigar*

For that, knife work is called.. And by the looks of it, the targets escaped the Maltese Navy reach.

*Her grin turned feral*

For that alone, that makes me interested.
So ye, who, when, how, what and how much?

Bye bye,
Silver.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop