Destiny

[jammi]

Standing over them I looked down at the scrap of paper I had been sent on Cambridge. You are Mendez and Sanchez? Quietly I despised the savages before me. They were nothing but animals, but alike animals they had their uses. Dirty work for one. A Corsair had no morals, apparently save a misguided sense of honour. I supposed I could play off that. The man slowly looked up at me.

By coincidence we are. Whos asking? I shuffled on the spot for a moment before answering.

My names not important. I was told by a Junker you could help me. I want a man dead. And I have enough money to make it worthwhile The man looked at the woman and smiled, before reassuming his composure and staring back at me icily.

Senor, do you see any Guild insignia on my flight jacket? No? I am no honourless Bounty Hunter gringo, comprende? Give your money to one of those wretches. I swallowed my anger. He was playing games with me. Of course he would accept the job. Give me a very good reason why I should take the job, or even why I shouldnt hunt you down for daring to imply I am no better than a back-stabbing sell-sword, Si? He motioned to the seat next to him. And if you even consider using that firearm in your pocket, youll be dead before you can aim it. I carefully withdrew my hand and placed it on the table. He grinned at my slyly. Thats better. No sense in hurting yourself, no? Id had enough of this cocky Corsairs games; it was time to cut to the chase.

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