"Hmph, who<em>doesn't</em>have a friend with a gun or five?" he grumbled, but put the smile back on "Like I said: no idea<em>who</em>he is, just know the general area and his hacker ID and all that.  Even if we<em>did</em>find records, there'd be a good chance they're fake anyway.  This guy's smart, but inexperienced at the dealing part, based on his behaviors; definitely not the hardened criminal type most dealers are, maybe and ex-corporate hacker or something, we don't rightly know.  Still, for someone like you who's lived in the area, he shouldn't be that hard to find, better chance than we have anyway..."<br/><br/>He trailed off as he tapped a few buttons on his comlink, and he nodded, as if verifying something to himself before turning to look at you.<br/><br/>"Look, I'd love to chat more, but it's really a straightforward thing: find Slicer, and remove him.  Turn him over to us, make him have an accident, hell, just so long as we don't have to worry about another BTL dealer or producer." he said with an air of finality to it as he stood "Now if you don't mind, the husband is here to pick me up and take me to work.  Good luck, and contact me when you've handled your 'business,' got it?"<br/><br/>And out the door he would go - like it or not - leaving Sarianna to her own devices in the North Central coffee shop...