Carth stepped in and the door slid shut behind him. He then heard a disembodied voice come from the shadows and his left hand went to the grip of his weapon but stayed there as he saw who and what the voice's owner was and finally lifted after Beretta told her he wasn't a booty call. THe copycat was certainly an attractive one.<br/><br/>"Actually I have no idea what he did or what the information he had or why is was juicy enough to kill for," he said after a moment, "a part of me was hoping you knew since my employer has been more-tight-lipped than usual and was going to pay me a year's worth if I got him and his data to safety."<br/>He shrugged. The corporate types liked their money and normally, he would to, but...<br/>He glanced down at his closed hand the the bloodied knuckles, "my employer is also a few chips short of a full stack," he said, lifting his left fist off his weapon and realizing she'd no doubt spotted the blood. "Has me regularly beat and rape her to death-- it makes the job tolerable and the pay well enough to not jump at every other freelance opportunity that comes along, but," his fist clenched further, "sometimes I want to wreck her neural backups and be done with the twat."<br/><br/>He realized he was going off on a tangent and sighed. "I'm more concerned with the fact we're both working for the Hex, call it some sense of duty left over from the old days but it doesn't seem right, does it?"