The Bear's Cave - Sedona Station, Baffin (Formerly Freeport 14, Yukon)

[fencore]

I'm in the private security contractor business, the proactive kind of security. Run the logistics and diplomatic face of one of the smaller companies.

'Private security contractor'? So the man was a bounty hunter. While there were many a strain of hunters, both freelance and affiliated, all that mattered was how many credits you had in hand, and whether or not the guy on the other end of the muzzle had more.

"I'll have to keep that in mind. OSI isn't notorious for making enemies, but I suppose it's always prudent to have someone on hand who can take care of certain problems before the become problems." Another swill, and the news changed stories to the Kusari-Liberty embargo. At this rate, all the houses were going to be warring with each other.

You?

"Nothing so...interesting. You see anyone with an OSI nametag on the station? I'm the guy who has to worry whether or not they're getting paid, and if any of them are taking Cardi-Candy from our sniffer friends up north."

The question had been hanging on the tip of his tongue since the man stated his occupation, which really didn't amount to very long, maybe ten or twelve seconds. Fifteen tops. But Gheis asked anyway. "So, you affiliated with anyone, or just a man alone?" He doubted he'd get a stright answer, but there wasn't anything to lose by asking.