Oni froze in his tracks as the Major came back with a gun in her hand and its barrel leveled at the mass of brain and wetware in his skull. He stared at her as she pulled the trigger. Strangely, he didn’t blink. Scared, yes, since he just saw them get rid of another decker after they hired him, he’d imagine they could find another…with this particular lady, the amount of useful net cowboys available to the world would be severely limited…she would single-handedly make their trade worth even more money due to the shortage.<br/><br/>After she was done laughing and putting on a show for the sake of dominance, Oni got back to work getting the body out and cockpit cleaned up. When Maria arrived, he’d tried to clear some of his apparent unease at his task. When she was having trouble with his name, he replied gently “Oni. You can call me Oni. I’m fine…I’m used to cleaning up after this kind of thing…I don’t create the bodies, but I’ve already had to help clean two up since signing on for this. That’s gotta tell you something.”<br/><br/>He gave her a look again. A tank, and a nicely packaged one, at that. he had to admit that he was a little sad to see what they’d done to her…as he was cleaning, he thought he should broach the subject. It would give him something to think of outside of his present task. “So…we’re going to have a long ride ahead of us. I’d be able to give you a look-over while en route.  I could also give you the name of a guy I use for more delicate things. He’s discrete, and likes his payments up front, unless he knows you. I’ll make sure I introduce you if we make it out of here.”<br/><br/>He was finishing up the last of things as they talked. The focus on things more technical always had a way of calming Oni down. Like singing a child a lullaby.<br/>