Darion, by the time that he was called to the meeting with Fanya, had almost doubled the 'gift' from Fanya.  When he was fetched from the poker table, he filled the box with 18,000 Caps worth of Chips.  Though honestly, he was having a hard time deciding what to do with it, that many caps were heavy and took up a lot of space.  But that was less important than the fact that he had made a 'date' for Jess to join him in his room after her shift in about 3 hours.  That should be more than enough time to finish the meeting and maybe take a bath.<br/><br/>The name he got in the meting of the one who was ultimately responsible for the killing of those slaves, who gave the orders.  Well, actually Darion didn't recognize the name itself, but he did remember every now and then talking with some shady guy, and acting if he was their boss.  He took not of the name before falling silent and watching the rest of the meeting progress.  He returned any smiles that were sent his way, and gave a little wink to Annie when she looked at him.<br/><br/>Once it was obvious that they were dismissed, or at least he was, and he was satisfied with the answer he received for the moment, Darion turned to leave along with a couple others.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Alright, see you all in the morning,  I am in for this suicide seeming mission.  If the info is correct, I will definitely want to put a bullet in his head though.”</span>With that, Darion retreated back to his room, not really caring what happened to emma anymore.  He of course made sure to pick up his box of chips from the floor to return to his room as well.<br/><br/>Once he arrived, Darion put the chips on the floor and slid them under the bed, behind his pack to hide them a little.  Each of his weapons he stripped off himself to place on the table in the room, all but the pistol which he just upholstered and carried with him.  The rifles, and knife lain out neatly.  All the armor found it self on the floor at the food of his bed, with his desperado hat resting ontop of the set.  All he was dressed in how were his light jeans and a plain grey t-shirt that clung to the defined muscles of his body.<br/><br/>The sight of the bathroom when Darion turned those lights on elicited an almost immediate whistle.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Wow... much more fancy than I am used to... Maybe I should actually start working for Fanya on more than this one job.”</span>After a moment he made a decision and decided to use the jacuzzi to relax in and clean off, but first.  Retrieving his knife, darion used the mirror and some of the clean running water to shave.  If he was gonna be in the city, he might as well get rid of the week worth of facial hair.<br/><br/>Ten minutes later he was clean shaven, making the scar across the side of his face, and over his eye obvious.  After that he stripped, placing his pistol on the floor within easy reach, before climbing into the warm water of the jacuzzi.  All the multiple scars of his body, all earned in combat, were obvious over his muscled soldier's body before they disappeared under the water.  None of the scars on his body were hidden by the light amount of body hair that he carried.<br/><br/>He only stayed in the water for half an hour before getting out and looking into the closet of cloths.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Holy... damn, Jess said that Fanya wasn't the boss... but damn, all this makes it look like she does own this place...”</span>instead of getting fancy though, Darion just pulled on a pair of clean dark jeans from the closet, a pair of socks, and a white t-shirt that hugged his muscles.  He had left the door unlocked, so, anyone to walk in his room would find Darion at the desk cleaning his assault carbine, the weapon in pieces, the sniper rifle on the back of the table, the pistol on the corner next to the clean knife.  He had turned the table to he was watching the door just to be safe.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>