It was the caf-bar, business progressed as usual. At a table, there were two men currently who appeared to be locked in a conversation. It seemed that nobody in the establishment noticed that one of the men seemed to be in excruciating pain. He most likely seemed like he was drunk off of his rocker, but underneath the table? It told a different story. Currently all four of his fingers were broken and his hand resembled uncooked hamburger.<br/><br/>The man responsible? One by the name of Azrael. Or if you referred to him professionally? "The Hunter." He was an unmatched assassin, one who has never failed to complete an assignment. Currently he was wearing a pair of black cargos, a black t-shirt, a black leather coat, gloves and a stylized black surgeon's mask. The mask was usually what he wore in his civvies, security believed it to be of a religious significance. The man's hair was a glorious mane of black dreadlocks. Azrael's face had never been seen, hell the authorities had no idea what the man even looked like. There were never any witnesses, and somehow security cameras amounted to shit when he worked.<br/><br/>Finally Azrael spoke, his voice was soft yet deep with a slight growl to it. It was the voice of a barely restrained animal underneath a mask of absolute composure.<strong>"Look here, you brain donor...I will speak plainly so you understand me. Do not...speak to me, do not even look at me. I realize you're big noise in this dive...but if you ever attempt to coerce a drink out of me again because I'm an off-worlder? I will kill everyone who shares your last name, force you to watch and afterwards? I will kill you. Is this understood?"</strong>The man nodded his head fearfully as his friends watched on in awe at another table. Minutes earlier, the man had attempted to force Azrael to buy him a drink. In response? He calmly took the man's hands and broke all of his fingers in a swift motion and forced him into a sitting position.<br/><br/>Taking the man's drink, Azrael casually got up out of his seat. Lifting the mask, he took a swig and set it back down. "You drink shit by the way...now if any of you gentlemen get the urge to notify someone what has transgressed? You'll die. That simple." With that, he sauntered off away from the table. Heading towards a comm-station, Azrael sent a call to the captain Shaan. He was familiar with the man, they had a shared past to a degree and had worked together a couple times. Though this was another lifetime ago entirely, nearly a decade ago if not longer.<br/><br/>Azrael merely said when he heard someone on the other end,<strong>"Collegia told me you need skilled people. I hear the pay is good."</strong>