It was a disappointment, but one he had come to expect, when his implant and the net connection pulled up nothing.  It was rare he ever got anything from facial recognition in the dreg, especially the basic connection he had.  It looked like he would have to go by his own personal judgement for this job… Which has, historically, not always been that great.<br/><br/>The job offer’s monetary value made him hesitate and think.  That would double his current stash… maybe actually get a good stash of booze instead of the cheap things.  Maybe hire some company for a few nights.  But should he, as he didn’t detail the job.  Most likely they were going to be just cannon fodder… but he would need the money.  With a sigh he was about to stand up to agree to the job when someone beat him to it.  An older man who looked like he fit in this place, Hammerhouse.  Darion was silent while studying him.<br/><br/>The weapon the man showed at the question though was not a gun.  And he thought he could shoot with a sword?  Then again, he has seen some people be really good with blades.  If nothing else, he would be the first one turned into Swiss cheese.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“If you pay for my drinks so far, you have my gun.”</span>Darion said as he turned around in the stool and pushed off the thing.  Standing up just fine since he was only tipsy and not drunk yet.  He came in too soon with the job offer for drunkedness.  Expecting the next question he drew his Deckard from under his trench-coat and showed it, his finger not touching the trigger.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>