Francis finished dressing and found that he could only nod at the good doctor as she went over her files and notes.  He made his exit and whistled a happy little tune as he walked thinking to himself.  Damn doc, with a bedside manner like that, I almost want to go out and get hurt.  He chuckled to himself as he continued on, his spirits thoroughly refreshed.  But as he passed by the lounge, it fell flat on it face... He paused at the door way and looked in at the dark skinned man drinking by himself.  He stared at his back and could feel the man's killer intent.  He was a merc too.  The merc business was a large one, but it was inevitable that you would be on one side or the other at any given mission, sometimes with friends and sometimes with enemies.  It was the reason most mercs didn't have friends, the reason Francis was a rarity in the business.  But this man was not like Francis in that he worked job to job to make money.  No, this one looked like the type that only took the money because they needed it to live, but they lived to kill.  Suddenly he remembered where he had seen this man, it wasn't his face he had seen, or even anything significant to identify him with, but he knew who it was just the same.  He recalled the hab wars with his previous captain that had netted them so much easy cash, it was there that he saw this killer, this machine in human flesh.<br/><br/>"So, I guess this trip is as dangerous as they say.  Especially if he needed two guns." he brought a small smile to his face, merely out of habit.  They say that only cowards feel fear, but Francis knew fear, it had saved his life numerous times.  Fear was a double edged sword just like courage and intelligence and stupidity.  Too much and you never get anything done, too little and you do too much.  But he felt fear rise from within himself at the sight and recognition of this monster, like a bogeyman given form in the daylight, one that wouldn't go away if you hid under your covers. "Just remember killer, we are getting paid by the same man this time." and he continued on down the corridor, looking for something to busy himself with, almost fearful of the possible reply.