The Blood Money - Freeport One Edition -

[Umber]

Umber chuckled hearing about the boring storytelling.

"You could say i am a zoner by birth. Believe me, i do know boring."

She put the data-pad on the table, and grabbed her cerveza. Sipping it, taking a good look at Calix, thinking on how to proceed for a silent couple of seconds, she finished what was left of the beer and placed it down. She kicked back in the chair and sighed, looking at the horizon.

"Independent mercs, slavers, shady agents of some house, cops, revolutionaries, rapists, terrorists, lawyers, businessmen, geniuses and madmen.. You find it all in the Company, Mr. Calix. Be it by money, be it by fun, be it for security."

A waitress came by and picked up the empty beer bottle. Umber nodded with a smile, and fast enough, another opened Tropical was there, cold and calling. Umber grabbed it, not putting it to her mouth, but just feeling the chill.

"And then you have the likes of Silver, Crimson, Titanium, Ghost, Cerulean, Violet. People that are just that, people. And still manage to shake a whole house. Probably they aren't people after all."

Umber placed the beer at her lips and had a good gulp of it.

"Probably they are a wake up call for us all. Which one you want to be, Mr. Calix?"

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[13:37:45] Tyler: ****** seems butthurt and Haste seems to be going in without lube or spitting atleast on it for decency sakes.