"<i>What were you doing?"</i><br/>"Nothing Papa,"<br/>"<i>That wasn't nothing I saw everything don't lie to me boy."</i><br/>"Look I said thank you for letting me know about the job and Valentine's plan, but I didn't do anything that would jeopardize the mission."<br/>"<i>Forget the mission boy, I am worried about your life. That girl is trouble." </i><br/>"You're paranoid. What do you know about women?"<br/><i>"I had two wives on this dick when I was kicking it in my prime young apprentice. Focus on the bigger picture."</i><br/>"I am and you told me that I'd need help so I got some. You happy?"<br/><i>"No, you got the weak one."</i><br/>"Where she goes the others will surely follow. She's not weak by the way she's smart and I would take that over some slightly tougher jarhead that snorts booger sugar off a hooker's crack every sunday night."<br/>"<i>... Fair point."</i><br/>"Thanks now I need a bath so if you don't mind, bug off for a few so I can get some privacy without you breathing down my neck. I've got a long day tomorrow."<br/>"<i>Alright, good night buddy. See you in the morning."</i><br/>"G'night Papa."<br/><br/>The next morning at the split crack of dawn, Kryner woke up with a yawn and stretch as he needed to ride his bike up to town and then ditch it so he could make it on time to the Express station at the Hub Intersection. 4:00 He had plenty of time, getting dressed in his get up, sliding his magazine into the pistol and cleaning his mask before setting out and carefully eyeing his pocket watch.