The Murderous and the Meek

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Olivia grunted her assent.

“So, what’s this about?” She asked, leaning back in her seat and throwing an arm over the backrest. “Your message said it's something about LPI?”

Dax shifted in his seat, clasping his hands before him, and leaned towards the mercenary.

“That’s, uh, right.” Again, he let his eyes dart across the bar. Seemingly satisfied that the patrons were, indeed, not going to pose a threat to them, his gaze finally landed on Olivia again and stayed there. “You’re wanted for, uh, murder. Right?”

Olivia raised an eyebrow. Straight to the point.

“That’s right.”

A grin lit up Dax’ face for an instant, before it vanished again, and he leaned in even closer.

“I, uh, think I can fix that,” he whispered.

Olivia raised her other eyebrow, too.

“I don’t think you can unmurder someone,” she muttered jokingly.

“No, no, no!” Dax insisted, missing the sarcasm in her tone. “I mean, I can get rid of your wanted status!”

At this, Olivia straightened in her seat, her attention captured.

“How?”

Dax chewed his lips nervously, clearly considering what to reveal about himself to the mercenary. But the claim had piqued her interest and the idea of no longer having to sneak around Liberty like some pirate or terrorist was too enchanting for Olivia to keep her patience.

“Spit it out,” she growled.

“I, uh,” he started, shifting anxiously, “I work for LPI.”

At this, Olivia’s right hand slid down under the table, resting firmly on the sidearm holstered to her thigh. Noticing the motion, the man across from her hurriedly waved his hands at her and stuttered, “N-no, no! I’m not here to take you in!” He swallowed hard, beads of sweat forming on his brow.

“Start talking,” Olivia hissed.

Dax took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts.

“I work in the cyber-investigations department.” He looked at Olivia expectantly. Olivia returned his gaze, waiting for him to go on. He didn’t.

“And?” She prompted.

“Oh! Sorry,” Dax replied. “That means I, uh, am good at getting into computer systems. Hacking, data mining, that, uh, sort of stuff.” He wrung his hands in front of himself again. “So, I, uh, can get into your files and, uh…” He trailed off.

“Clear my name,” Olivia finished the thought.

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Olivia Sable
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