<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/brisco_by_tracetincin-d5p28ch_zpspju0yp3d.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong></td><td></td><td>Benoit LaCroix (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=228320.msg11205103#msg11205103)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong></td><td></td><td>Bhujerba; Aerodrome (Aboard The Green Shimmer)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong></td><td></td><td>Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>HP:</strong></td><td></td><td>64</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Effects</strong></td><td></td><td>None</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Benoit only passed through the major cities when there was a job, or when he was desperate for a job. Thankfully the former was the case this time, and the Captain of the Green Shimmer and fugitive of Archadia moved quickly to meet his contact. On paper, the job sounded terrible; especially the 'we'll talk about a price later' part of it. He was unable to resist the audacity and exposure that the job offered though. The Head Editor either chose his client perfectly, or lucked out more than he'd ever understand. He'd tell himself he could out negotiate the man later, but honestly -- he might have done this one for free.<br/><br/>The Captain stepped back aboard the ship, the hydraulic of the door hissing open and then closed behind him as he let himself on. The paper he had been given was already in a pocket, but the crystal had had been given was held in one hand, holding it out in front of him like he was trying to ward off evil spirits. He called out as he moved through the ship, "Hope everybody's decent in here. We got a job to do, and I'm pretty sure you'll want to leave right away..." He made his way towards the common space before releasing the recording crystal up into the center for it to hover over the center table. He took a seat in his usual spot, leaning back into it with a grin like the cat that ate the canary.