The Hunt Begins.

[Reverend Del]

Herne sighed, he'd have to have a word with the barman about this. Wasn't so bad when he sent pretty ladies Herne's way for being pretty, but when they wanted work rather than play, that just took the mick.

"Okay, so you got a ship, can you fly her? I don't mean just from A to B, I mean really fly her."

Herne rather hoped she could, he needed a wingman or two recently, the scum were getting ever more dangerous, never travelling alone. One gunboat wasn't enough anymore. He looked at Lizzie again,

"Okay here's the deal, chick. I got a little job needs doing and whilst my ship is in dock I can't do it. Now the contract runs out in three days, so you ain't got much time to find your target and put an end to him, and that's what it's got to be, an end."

Herne reached under the table and pulled out a data crystal,

"Everything you need is in there, meet me here when you've done the job, if you ain't back in three days don't bother coming back, clear?"

Herne didn't wait for a response, getting up from the table he flipped the bartender a coin and headed out of the bar.

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Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.