The anticipation in the air was almost palpable as Fealan dug the knife into Jacks skin. Shula actually jumped when she felt the slight sting in her own hand, jumping much like a cat would and shaking said hand. She decided that she would continue to not like jack. The man only laughed, seeming to be slightly disappointing with the lack of climax. He shrugged as Fealan asked him, looking at his undamaged hand.<br/><br/>"Don't know, don't care, It just happens. Had a guy try to cut my head off once and shit, was that was one hell of a mess." He said. "And I ain't just got that to help me; half these people here would fuck you up in my name and I'm not just pretty too look at n' try to cut up either." He stated. "Although I will admit, you two seem to be a different kind of crazy then what I've met before."<br/><br/>Shula narrowed her eyes at the man, leaning back in her seat and crossing her legs. "Alright, so when the fuck do I get a say in this, huh?" She asked. She's just gotten here and they were already talking about what would happen if they fucked up and Shula didn't even know what there was to fuck up.<br/><br/>"Well if you noticed I've been stalling until you got here. Not only are you two bonded, but you two seem to have a certain...zing." He let out, scratching his chin. Shula's glare deepened.<br/><br/>"So I want you both. As a set. It would be much harder if you weren't anyway. As I've already explained to your partner your services will be rewarded greatly. Don't snitch, don't fuck up the contract, yadda, yadda, yadda- Ghost over here already has the lay down."<br/><br/>The dragon woman glanced at Fealan. With his stubborn ass the decision had basically already been made for both of them, that much she could feel and hear quite literally in her head.<br/><br/>"What kind of pay?" She asked, seeming to be intrigued by the money herself. Jack smirked, pulling out a couple pieces of paper.<br/><br/>"Well I do have a trial mission I want to send you both on." He said, scooting the paper over so both of them could see it. Shula leaned forward, her eyes widening at the large number on the front page of the mission brief.<br/><br/>"Five-thousand coins!" She let out, sounding flabbergasted. She was beginning to wonder why she never considered merc work in the first place now.<br/><br/>"Yes. Now I sent one of my men on a mission to kill the champion of a little gladiatorial arena about eighty miles south from here. The only problem is he hasn't returned and i haven't heard word of him. Normally I wouldn't be too concerned about who the hell dies and who the hell leaves, but he's one of my best men and uh...lets just say he's in pretty high demand and my profit has been suffering from it. The goal is to complete the contract he started but if you could find information on him and even get him back I'd be willing to throw in a bit of additional money your way as an incentive. His name is Vince Hollander."