The Hunt Begins.

[Simsonator]

Shane McNeill looked into his glass. "Barkeep, my glass is empty, thought i told you to keep this full..." The Irish accent was so thick the bar keeper had trouble understanding what he had said. Looking down the bar he could see some young lady wandering up to a fellow taking long swigs from his drink.

"What ya know about them?" Shane asked the barman, his reply was given a confused look, followed by a nod of recognition and a hushed reply. "The man goes by the name of Joshua Herne, he is captain of the Bounty Hunter Orca down in the hangers." Bounty hunter, Shane thought, wonder if they can offer any work to an old cripple like me... Lifting his right arm, he undid the screws holding a plate where his wrist should have been. The wrist that, along with the rest of his right arm, floated in the Dublin system. The system where he had been thrown from his seat of respectability amongst his fellow molly brethren. Adjusting the circuitry he moved over to the so called bounty hunter.

"sorry to barge in miss, but i have a question of employment for Mr Herne here" Thinking the young thing in the skintight outfit was just a piece of eye candy, he dismissed her immediately.