Dark Sixes looked at Fang seriously for a moment and then nod his head. He cast a look around and then smiled at her. "Its only a simple node with some good programs going on, but its private discreet, and outside the mainstream's attention, meaning that it is not so busy that the business here would be risky." Smirking at this and shrugging, he looked at her as she made her statement about not needing anything right away.<br/><br/>"Very well. You have my commcode in case you do end up needing something. In the meanwhile, there's a pair of things I should put up on the table. Inform me if you learn anything." There was a card he pulled from his pocket, but as he set it on the 'table' the file in it opened, revealing a face of an elven man with what appeared to be egyptian make-up at his eyes, lengthened black lines and making the eyes stand out more.<br/><br/>"Stephen Gruger, dangerous man before, even more dangerous after the education the corps gave him. He's on the loose in the city, and several people want him dead, and a few others want him found and interrogated, and at least one wishes for him to be found, brought to her, and assisted to vanish off the face of this earth leaving his chasers with a cold trail." The look on Dark Sixes' face was quite fittingly a poker-face, revealing no emotion at this time.<br/><br/>The image shifted, this time showing an ork with a red mohawk on his otherwise smooth green head, ridiculously long tusks, and enough cyberware that he looked like a fusion of a tank and a man. "The second is a Streetsamurai by the name Goreguts, and he's an ex-runner. Ex, because he became a corporate assassin a while back. Only..." The image shifted to show a ballroom scene with the ork marching in and holding two sawn off shotguns, emptying them to the crowd, only to drop them and pull out a pair of uzies shooting the approaching security, then drawing a katana off his back and starting to slaughter people. All other exits appearing to be jammed shut at the time. Slaughtering everyone in the room. Men, women, even children, and someone's little terrier that was last seen barking at the man standing over its dead master.<br/><br/>The last image showed the man taking up a dead security's pistol and shooting the camera.<br/><br/>"He's apparently gone psycho. Knight Errant has no appreciation for vigilante justice but is offering a substansial reward for information on his whereabouts, so if you see the man, be wary, but be aware that you may earn off of it. Let me know if you spot either."<br/><br/>The man nod and then smiled. "We're done here then, unless you have something else on your mind."