Gambit started to roll up his Synthweed. He wondered if the old man was abit off. He had told him what the deal was...20 Girls a week and 100 cases of assorted Booze, what was so hard about understanding that?
"Yea...you got a nice little place here, no doubt about that. I just bought a place called "The Bullseye", out on Planet Manhattan on the New Catalonia peninsula...I aint got it open yet." He put the pouch of SynthWeed back in the inside pocket of his "Cut".
"But yea, just so you understand me....I aint looking for a salary, or a place at anyones table, I got that covered....What I do need from you is a simple Yes or No to the deal I am offering you...20 New girls a week, and 100 cases of assorted high quality Booze non-Taxed, and for this service you reimburse me 3Mill per week, If this sounds good to you Great, if it can´t be done for whatever reason...No worries, its all good, and we part on good terms."
Gambit was about to spark up his Synthweed, out of courtesy he stretched out his arm toward the Old man. "Smoke?"
