For the next two years, he continued flying out contracts for the scum of Sirius. He even managed to make enough contacts to be linked to an organisation calling itself the “GRI”. He had trouble understanding what language they spoke and their accents but that didn’t matter because had a translator. They paid him handsomely to gather intelligence on the all the houses. He took the money he earned and bought an expensive condos at Curacao, Manhattan, Los Angeles and New Tokyo.
But this was not enough, he wanted to make more money. Thanks to the god damned Boorman Treaty [LINK], the chance of a total war breaking out between the houses was next to non-existent.
Or was it?
In 800 A.S., one his contacts he used to get new contracts introduced him to someone new. Her name didn’t matter, this was business as usual. His contacts would set up a meeting with some new criminal, or terrorist, or someone rich. They would ask him to get something done without asking how and he would deploy his stealth Nighthawk to finish the contract. And nobody would be the wiser as to how that was done. He thanked god for his stealth-ship everyday.
But in this particular incident, there was something different about the woman he was introduced to. Whenever he looked away, even slightly, there was a shimmer of purple light out of her eyes. Whenever he looked back, that light disappeared. It was eery and he had his guard up. And the woman could feel his suspicion. For the first time in decades, he felt an unmistakable fear.
But he was willing to risk this fear. Because she was going to pay him to start a war.
He's a mercenary. A war would make him richer than anything he could fathom. A billion credits to his name just wasn't enough.
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