Django laughed, at the 'thropes' obvious anxiety, but Heck slammed his hand down on the desk and brought the bastards attention back to him. "No...I need tech, black market tech....'Genetic Masking Suits' , We've got the credits, so lets just make the sale and we'll be on our way...ok?" Heck said, and Haizel noticed something different about Heck's usually assertive tone, it was gone, could this man really command such respect that even a former Inquisition Agent?<br/><br/>Django was busy typing on his computer while Heck was making his request, he seemed distracted, too caught up in whatever he was doing to pay Heck any attention. Until finally he'd found what he was looking for, a cruel smile rising on his face. "Soooo....Your decommissioned...Not only that, but a wanted fugitive as well...." Django said as he turned his computer monitor so his two guests could have a look. The, screen had Heck's wanted poster, offering a reward of 10,000 credits for any information leading to his capture, lower on the page was Haizel's picture and a link to her file.<br/><br/>"Yeah soo.....Most the people in this fucking building are wanted criminals...what the fuck do you care? Look quit dicking us around, are you gonna sell us the GM suits or not?" Heck asked again, this time a bit of the authority had returned to his voice. Haizel however could feel Heck's hand start to tighten around hers.<br/><br/>"Yes well, most of those criminals aren't former Inquisition Agents are they? They don't have a history of arresting me and having me sent to 'reeducation' , Do they? Do you have any idea how hard it is to get the Church's programming out of your internal hard drive? It's hard... let me tell you...almost as hard as your little 'thrope' girlfriend is making me right now.." Django said, turning his creepy gaze back to Haizel.<br/><br/>"I am right here, Django...Stop eyeing my girl, and start negotiating. What do you want? huh? How about we pay double for the suits?" Heck was starting to get mad, it's wasn't that Haizel couldn't take care of herself, he knew she could, but the disrespect Django was displaying was almost more than his ego could take right now.<br/><br/>"Yeah...that's a start...but it still don't cover the 10k bounty each of you two have got on your heads. You tack another 20k on top of the 15k for the suits and maybe I'll consider it....Course I don't really need the money, do I?" Django said has he held his hands out, showing off his plush pad. "...Maybe just 10 or 20 minutes alone with your sweet little 'Thrope' would cover the bill....What do you say Morrison, I promise I won't mark her up too bad."