"Stupid Prim n' Proper." Alec mumbled as the woman walked away and slammed the door behind her. "Hasn't she seen my wanted poster?" He asked his three companions as he pulled one out.
Wow, it looks good Mister Alec. How did they get such a good picture for the poster? Shyfly asked.
He sent in headshots to the Bounty Office. Drawled Sandra, rolling her eyes.
Yeah, and it looks kickass! If someone's going to come after us, they should at least have a proper picture, not that fuzzy security camera bullshit.So... What are we going to do now?"My dear Shyfly, you are going to watch me work." He
**** his knuckles. Not that he needed to, them being artificial, but it made him look cool. "Let's go punch holes in things until someone comes to stop us."
And no, Alec wasn't joking. He actually went on to punch holes clear through walls.
The Sakura was the biggest club on Rouger, helped along in that it was built from a massive underground cave that extended deep into the desert, and dance music pumped through it like a heartbeat. It was a popular spot for offworlders, and especially popular with the citizens. Races were often organised through the club, dangerous low-altitude aircar races through the desert, no holds barred death races. After all everyone needed to blow off steam. Hyun watched the people dance from her office, wishing that she could be dancing down there, maybe with Lokyan, like a regular couple, but then she dragged her mind back to the task at hand. There was still the upcoming meeting with Analdrun, the possibility of the Jellyfish's new corporate backing, Assassins...
The possibilities ran through the woman's head at breakneck speed. In her life, she'd been Homeless, a drug runner, a tech expert, a scientist, a field agent, a Shinobi, a CEO, and now she was married to the most feared terrorist in Hanar space. This politics stuff was truly not her bag. Normally her problem solving came down to one of three things, Hack it, Stab it, or Buy it, none of these worked properly here.
At least, the first two didn't. The folder on her desk had been left there by a Sukuu agent, and Hyun had been agonizing over it even before she'd left for Earth. Now that she was back, she knew it couldn't be put off any longer. If Analdrun was going to be building his forces like this, they wouldn't be able to train enough Shinobi to be able to keep up with him. As much as Lokyan hated it, Mercenaries would be needed. Personally, they knew some from the old days, but this one was on the planet at this very moment, and he was quite the celebrity among bounty hunters.
She took the wanted poster out of it's sleeve, revealing a handsome, obviously posed face with a large credit amount posted as the reward.
"Alec Morgan. The Mad Merc of Scotland."