Meteora Bar, Planet Malta

[Death.RunningVerminator]

Torro Trait looked around, startled by the demanding tone of the Administrator.

"Uh-oh.. eek!"

He glanced at his boss who was staring straight at him with eyes that said, you dumb ass. Torro sort of shrugged it off, walking back towards Eva and sitting beside her.

"Eh. Sorry.."

Torro cleared his throat and tried to remain cool while he straightening his posture, appearing more professional.

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Death Runner sighed and leaned back a bit.

"Interesting stories, you two.. But what's curious to me is if you'll be prepared to run things now that you're our leader, Miss Mancini, given that you lost your memory and have not even been around for the past while. But, I respect Garrison's decisions and trust in them. I have no doubt you will lead the Outcast nation to a 'profitable' future. I am at your service, should the need of my smugglers and.. 'other'.. things, arise."