<hr/><strong>Dragoon's Tower, <em>Erich</em> and <em>Ranna</em> with Captain Karnov.</strong><br/><hr/>Karnov listened to all their spiel and finally gave a hearty laugh, which seemed more amused and genuine than the last one. He wiped a fake tear from his eye and stood up.<br/><br/>"As always Ranna, you don't have a goddamn clue about what waters you swim in. I tried to be pleasant with you, but truth is, we don't give a rat's ass about your salvage, ROMs and schematics. We already got all that fixed good and proper. So if I'm going to cut to the case, here's the wedge of the cheese wheel. We want that Clanner. Nothing else interests us. We thought we could grease your confidences if we bought your little salvage in bulk, but we would have just thrown it on the pile anyway." He walked a circle around the table while  speaking, before finally ending up at the door. "So go ahead and try to sell that salvage for a profit around here. Around anywhere. We're not interested. And if you are not interested in trading in the Clanner, I'll just go ahead and tell the guards to escort you out."<br/><br/>He knocked on the door and the escort opened.<br/><br/>"Show Ranna and her friend out. We are done here."<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Mercenary Review Board offices, <em>Graff</em> and <em>Walter</em> with Lieutenant Shenks.</strong><br/><hr/>The elderly Lieutenant narrowed his eyes on the young MechWarrior, to the point that is was almost a scowl. Walter sat happily unaware of this, his eyes and ears going a bit overboard with this whole feedback thing right now. Finally Shenks scoffed and picked up a small flask from his breast pocket.<br/><br/>"At least you are not green all over, chap." He opened the flask and poured an amber liquid into two of the glasses. "I guess you still don't drink, you piece of shit."<br/><br/>Walter answered without missing a beat. "I do, Shenky, just not alcohol." Shenks frowned at that remark and gave Graff a look that said<em>if you call me that I'll snap your breadstick neck</em>and handed him the glass of what seemed to be some fine brandy.<br/><br/>"To my health then. 10 million." He emptied the glass and looked over to Graff with a mix of encouragement and challenge.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Free Market District, <em>Janos</em> with Miyoko.</strong><br/><hr/>Janos followed Miyoko inside but stayed by the door, keeping up the charade of the servant. He watches the shadows around them, noticing a bit of an encirclement going on. He had seen enough shady Triads in his days to know where this was going. Tugging his arms out of his sleeves he turned to the thug that had just sneaked up behind him and gave him a quick strike in his solar before clasping his hand around his head and and transferring his strength into a twist that resulted in a short snap. The deal was still going on, Miyoko being shown some hologram while he silently slid his long concealed dagger up through another thug's neck an up his brain stem. Another one fell gurgling to the ground as his throat was cut, a spurt of blood spraying across Janos face and clothes. As the shots were fired, he disposed of another two that was on their way behind the petite Kuritan.<br/><br/>"So your brother gives you a Raven and then sends thugs to rape you?" He stepped up next to Miyoko, the rest of the guards flinching a bit at his blood covered visage. "Or did I miss something while disposing of the five gentlemen that were trying to surround us?" Spinning around with his wide sleeves fluttering around him, he dodges a bullet and crouches before sending a nimble heel up the offender's chin in a rather graceful kick, causing another loud snap. And to think that his classmates had scoffed at his ballet back in the day.