<hr/><strong>Dragoon's Tower, <em>Erich</em> and <em>Ranna</em> with Captain Karnov.</strong><br/><hr/>Karnov only smiled as they left, showing no sign of distress at their little recorders. After all, even if they tried to use them, they would never see the light of day in the MRB or the press. The Dragoons had grown exponentially, and its influences had with them. Not to mention the secrets that the Captain had been trusted with. There was no doubt in his mind that they would rule the future of the mercenary business, and then pesky corps like the Ol' Bones would be done for. Closing the door behind them, he simply sat down again.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Mercenary Review Board offices, <em>Graff</em> and <em>Walter</em> with Lieutenant Shenks.</strong><br/><hr/>Shenks narrowed his eyes on Graff once more, before moving them over to Walter as he let out a ill hidden groan.<br/><br/>"Nothing, just whiplash..."<br/><br/>The old man looked back to Graff again and spoke through gritted teeth. "Don't push it, Steiner. Take the ten or get the hell out of here."<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Free Market District, <em>Janos</em> with Miyoko.</strong><br/><hr/>Janos spent the time while Miyoko was firing away to gather his thoughts a little. He was fighting his stomach at the moment. He had never killed someone up close and personal. Only through the proxy of 'Mech battle. He had even seen a burning corpse flying out through a cockpit when ammunition and heatsinks had decided to pop at the same time. No big deal. But he had just about brutally murdered five people with his bare hands. That and he was wearing their blood. But he didn't need to fight it anymore as he saw Miyoko slump down with a hole in her side. The extra adrenaline was enough for him to rip the sleeves of his kosovorotka, stuffing one against the wound and tying the other around. With a quick look around he snatched a pistol from the ground that one of the thugs had dropped and threw the Kuritan over his shoulder. She would have to bear a bit of pain now, because suddenly he was halfway up to the crouched Raven, having emptied the gun in the general direction of the enemy while going the distance. With a few graceful leaps worthy of the Swan Lake he found himself upon the light 'Mech, where he carefully hoisted her down the hatch before following. Once seated with the bleeding Miyoko snugged in his lap somehow he noticed he had a dark stain of his own growing from his calf. But this only pumped in more adrenaline as he flipped through the procedures like a possessed man.<br/><br/>"Please don't be locked, please don't be locked, please don't be..."<br/><br/>A<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">CCESS DENIED, VOICE PROMPT NEEDED</span>!<br/><br/>That queezy nausea returned with a vengence as he looked down on Miyoko and lightly slapped her chin. He could hear people climbing the 'Mech and he reached up just in time to lock the hatch from inside.<br/><br/>"Miyoko, voice print, now, don't be unconscious on me now!"