<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img537/5809/gv0yiL.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Mason Kincaid,</span><em>Contact &amp; Party Host</em><br/>2519, present day<br/>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Samson<br/>Wearing - This tuxedo. (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/500/PwfubZ.jpg)<br/>Location - In his parlour<br/><br/><hr/><br/>None of the men were familiar - at least on first glance, but as Samson paid more attention it became apparent the bodyguard looked like a teenager who had once served on Mason's ship, 'The Lying Bastard', only a good 10 years had passed since then. The ship had originally been called something else - The Lightning Strike, or some such name, but he renamed it after the third crash in honour of the conman who sold it to him and because of the ship's tendency to give him the wrong data at inopportune moments. Kirrick, that was the bodyguard's name, if he wasn't wrong. It implied that the bodyguard may be more senior in his operations than appearances suggested.<br/><br/>The man gave Samson a cold stare at his joke, then a slight turning up at the corner of his mouth suggested that might work both ways. He said nothing more as he slipped from the room, quietly closing the door once the other man had also left. Mason rubbed his chin as he watched Samson sit down opposite him and help himself to the whiskey. "I buy what I enjoy. I see no reason to drink anything else. There's no reason to buy synthetic when you can afford something better, unless you have a taste for it." He raised his glass, then took a sip. "Heh, no. If I was throwing a party on your account, it sure as hell wouldn't be a cocktail party. I'm not planning anything - well, that isn't true. I'm always planning, I'm a business man. You might even say respectable, which is as much as a surprise to me as it is to you, I can assure you.<br/><br/>I know someone who is looking for a job to be done - as I mentioned in my note, which I presume you got, since you're here. He's looking to acquire a piece of technology, off-world. He can tell you more, but you should know that once he starts launching into the details, he'll assume your agreement. It seems your kind of thing - and I saw you were on Persephone, that's why I contacted you. You're the type of man who has a reputation for getting a job done and one of the few who has the resources to do it."<br/>