He'd seldom visited Agoras or biodomes of any sort, unless he had to. The spectacular biosphere before his eyes made him regret that fact. As far as he could see, trees and plants of innumerable hues, shapes and colours bloomed, in contentment. For someone born on barren Crete, it was a sight as strange as it was pleasing. However, he had not come here to admire the sights. There was a deal to finalize.
The man he was dealing with was a hawk-nosed, sleazy looking fellow of the gutter rat variety. It was a facade, the man was one of the more powerful gun runners in the Tau systems. Their dealings went way back, to a time when the rock fields of the Omegas were his home, and the smuggler had just begun to crawl out of the nest of wrath and mindless destruction that was Cadiz.
Old friendships never came in the way of business, this was an unwritten agreement between the two. Deals made with the underworld were questions of trust, cash transactions and the honor system. All three of which were in short supply. Several times, one of them raised their voice in anger, forcing the other to back down and reconsider the proposal.
After a few hours of this, an agreement was reached. A shipment of various small-arms and illegal mods would reach Freeport 9 in four weeks time. Around the same time, Room 317 on this very freeport would be quietly stocked with credit cards, the payment he had exacted. Neither man was happy with the arrangement, it would have to do.
As the smuggler left, Santos Bolevara felt tired. It had been a long time since he'd dealt with the seedier elements of society, and it was just as vicious as ever. His mouth was parched, and longed for a drink. He'd nearly made up his mind to go find the bar when a figure caught his eye.
What is Jeremy doing here...?
The ridiculous blond hair would be recognizable anywhere. At least he was dressed in Civilian fashion, for which Bolevara gave him credit. He waited by his table, watching.
Hunter immediately walked up to a table and said something to a woman, apparently asleep on the table.
Chasing Tail...should've known. His lips curled into a smile, he observed quietly as the two conversed, the woman grinning regularly, her face lit up. They were soon interrupted by an announcement, summoning some people to the Conference room, where-ever it was. He heard no callings for Andres Tevez, which was his assumed name for now. Hunter (who had not assumed an alias) and the woman were called, however.
He shrugged mentally and made a note to call Jeremy out on this later.
