Wraith wouldnâ€™t exactly have considered herself approachable. Sure, the water cooler bit was fairly clichÃ©, but she always held on to the thought that her reputation might actually preserve some distance between her and just about everyone else. After all, she thought, she didnâ€™t even respond to anything but the name Wraith anymore. The job had consumed her from the start. She wasnâ€™t here for just money; she had more than enough skill to make a paycheck elsewhere. But she was letting her thoughts get ahead of her. This guy was probably just new, trying to test the water and get a tip or two, perhaps.<br/><br/>Wraith adjusted the metal piece on her neckâ€”it always put a bit too much pressure on her artificial larynx. Despite the prosthesis, though, she sounded absolutely natural. â€œThe trick is getting your schedule tight enough that you drop off your bounty loads just as the next batch go up. Sitting around among all our colleagues only tends to breed gambling on whoâ€™ll get the mark first. That, or peopleâ€™s egos get in the way and someone calls someone out. And then some idiot ends up dead.â€ She responded, shifting slightly. â€œSorry, I donâ€™t usually talk much. Iâ€™ve something of a reputation. To speak to the gossip you mentioned, though, yes, I did kill Dragon a short while ago. We got started on the same day, actually. He was right before me in line for the license interviews.â€  Wraith continued. â€œHe died easily, a single shot, no open combat. Cleaner than any of his work ever was. Well, until two rookies decided to go poking around, setâ€¦ something off. Maybe a booby-trap, maybe a spark just hit a fuel line. Either way, place was toast, same with the newbloods.â€ She continued. â€œGuess we well have two less people competing for contracts.â€ She added. Perhaps somewhat brutally blunt, but it was what she told herself at this point.<br/><br/>Wraith was of the opinion that the corporations were a bit too eager to fill the ranks of Project Vigil.  In the more recent months, membership had soared. In this district alone there were two new bounty offices under construction. This one was getting fairly crowded, after all. So many new faces, even among the familiar. At least half of the ones here had been with the program less than a year.<br/><br/>â€œI donâ€™t mean to be dismissive, Iâ€™m justâ€¦ old fashioned. So many newer vigilantes donâ€™t even have investigative training, let alone combat experience, and yet theyâ€™re given licenses and sent out to do whatever, and then spend the money they get back on corporate goods. Itâ€™s a roundabout cycle-â€œ she was explaining before being distracted by the rather flashy robot that made its way over to them.<br/><br/>â€œSo they let ad-bots be vigilantes now?â€ Wraith responded after a moment. â€œI suppose thatâ€™s a fairly aggressive form of guerilla marketing.â€ She continued. â€œBut yes, I have seen plenty of D&Lâ€™s gaudy, bloated weaponry through the scope of my rifle, right before I put a hard-light bullet through Dragon. All the gold really did a fantastic job helping him draw attention to just how remarkable those weapons were, certainly.â€<br/><br/>"This unit is pleased that you approve of Dredd and Law's aesthetic design choices!" the drone chimed, oblivious to her sarcasm. "However, the model-8 Firestorm used by Dragon has been outdated for over three years. It is fortunate that he did not possess a more recent version, or the damage he caused would undoubtedly have been much greater."<br/><br/>Wraith was tempted to keep up her attempts to taunt the robot through sarcasm, but the growing murmur in the room made it apparent that the new bounties were going up. In fact, the walls started to display lists of bounties, anything from witnesses wanted for questioning through to outright termination of problematic targets. And, as she suspected, right up at the top were two former vigilantes, both from back when she started. It was like a curse, but she knew better. Jaded investigators go around asking too many questions, end up on the wrong end of a bounty list. What surprised her, however, was the actual size of the top bounty. Four million credits: that was enough for even the lowliest newbie to buy their way to the upper decks. But she hadn't even *heard* of whatever it was that this bounty had apparently done, which made it reek of corporate espionage. â€œThisâ€¦ is going to be a competitive couple days.â€ She muttered. The name was familiar, though: Iron. A huge, brutish man that had physically bullied his way through training. Shouldn't be too hard to find. â€œI know him. Unless he took down some corporate headquarters or something heâ€™s hardly worth 10 thousand, let alone four million.â€ She explained.<br/><br/>She just stared up at the board, that name bothering her. The money would be amazing, but she really wanted to know exactly what he did to get all this attention. â€œIâ€™m going to go ask some questions. Something about this doesn't seem right.â€