The Untold

[Domjan]

Pt 5: "That's one ugly son of a bitch"

The Man approached the man.
The other man was crippled, his face was deformed,
and looked like he crawled from a meatgrinder.
On his surprise, he had a nice voice.
Probably only thing nice about him.

So, The Man came up to him, and
interestingly enough they started a very friendly conversation,
concerning parts of body and anomalies.

The other man: "So my young man, I ended up like this..."
The man: "Mhm... Sooo... Where were we?"
The other man: "You wanted to know where did Isabella go I presume?"
The Man: "Ah yes..."
The other man: "Well, first I heard she went to Cambridge... and then... No idea. So
why are you so interested if I may ask?"

The Man interrupted him.

The Man: "I'll get a ship."
The other man: "Really? Listen, I've got a friend, he can take out some
civillian guns out for ya, they're not really top of the class,
but once you start making some real money you can start
gettin' some real equipment too."

The Man: "You mean. As a mercenary?"
The other man: "Yes, why the hell not? Mercenaries make good money these days.
And criminal Mercenaries go even cheaper than the usual ones."
The Man: "I see, I suppose I have no choice. So about this friend?"
The other man: "You can meet him on Rochester, he will give you a few lower class
guns, free of charge of course. Here's my interSirius transmission phone number."
The Man; "Allright, I won't even bother to ask myself why you're helping me, I'll rather take the hand
no questions asked."
The other man: "Talk to you on the phone."
The Man: "Yeah..."

You better, I don't want to see that ugly face again.