<b>Spook<br/>
</b><br/>The man with the sword and Tiger stripes on his arms set his hand casually on the leather wrapped hilt of the sword at his waist. There wasn't anything particularly threatening in the gesture, but rather it seemed a logical place for the man to rest his hand.<br/><br/>"What do you do? Gun work, pussy work? Or are you a Rider?" He inquired, rather more professionally than Spook may have expected. That last question, though, had an edge to it, like it was some kind of special title.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Darion<br/>
</b><br/>"Blood is the only kind of attention people like you understand..." There was a flash of anger in those big blue eyes of hers. "What do you want? The credits? Fine. Take them. I'll go hungry. Just get out of my way and let me go."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>