Wolfe, if there was ever a person I did not want to run into, it was him. He was something of a legend in the slums, and not the pleasant kind of legend, more the cautionary type that made you think twice about whether you wanted to cross a particular person or not. I had only been an upstart back in the day, but I still remember how Wolfe literally clawed his way to the top and pulled himself from that cesspool of violence.<br/><br/>Harry was the kind of person, that when crossed, would send goons after you to beat you up. Sure, you’d probably walk away with a few broken ribs or limbs, but at least you’d still walk away. Wolfe… Well, he was the kind of person who’d string you up on a streetlight and gut you, just to make an example out of you.<br/><br/>Which made it all the more curious he was here. He funded a large part of the shelter, sure, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him here. And why was he expressing so much interest in one of the lab geeks? What was her name again? Something with a M or N I think. She was the one running the Rift Lab.<br/><br/>A shiver travelled down my spine as the lecherous Wolfe gave me a wink, and I couldn’t help but nod in acknowledgement. The less interest he had in me, the better. Still, part of me couldn’t help but admire the man, not many people coming from the slums really amounted to anything - hell, that includes me – but the way he rose to power was a little too brutal even for my tastes. He’d probably get along pretty well with<i>it</i>…<br/><br/>Stepping into the bunks, I pressed myself against the doorframe, out of sight from the two. Nothing wrong with a bit of curiosity. And how did they say it again? Knowledge was power? It would be nice to find out his relationship to this lab geek.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>