The Blood Money - Freeport One Edition -

[Haste]

"Mamoru.. Mamoru.. Ah, there you are," Martin mumbled to himself as he browsed through the contents of the company's hangar on his tablet. He was sat in one of the bar booths of the Blood Money, feet on the table.

Directing his attention away from the device, he looked towards the bar. Walsh had passed by recently, being his usual self. Perhaps he wouldn't end up trying to kill one of the patrons today. Thankfully, he'd always been too drunk to cause any real damage in the past.

A pale, weakened and probably drunk man appeared to be getting.. touchy with Andrew.

Tonight's victim, I take it?

Martin shrugged, signaled for a waitress, and focused his attention on his tablet once more.

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