Those two were pretty good at guessing.  Though the robo-girl seemed far more accurate in her guesses than the guy.  Though he didn’t confirm either of them completely.  Instead just sighing in defeat.  No keeping his past completely secret it seemed.  He avoided confirming it for either of them.  Instead focusing on what Bleu said.<span style="color: green">“Some of the assholes who broke into my place here claimed that as well.  I’m still alive after shooting them… So yes, my previous jog included weapons training...”</span>as he was talking was when the dreg asshole came out of nowhere with his pistol.  There was a flurry of motion before Darion was watching Blue and the mystery man ready to shoot each other. Daron’s hand was on his own pistol as well.<br/><br/>Once it was all settled though he holstered his own pistol and continued as if the threat hadn’t happened.<span style="color: green">"Yeah.  You don’t fuck me over, I don’t fuck you over.  Simple.  Even the biggest dreg trash can understand that I would think.</span>”  He didn’t seem threatened at all by Bleu, but he had seen the reaction.<span style="color: green">“Work together, get the job done, and go our separate ways to get drunk and find some pleasant company for the night.”</span><br/><br/>He just wanted to get this job done so he could enjoy the payday.  Getting drunk and maybe find some strippers and prostitutes.    Though, he had to admit to himself that it would likely just be him getting himself drunk and passing out.  There was no point in the threatening at all as far as he could see.  Especially with Bleu’s ability to handle weapons.  They would likely both die… maybe.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>