He listened to your slight accusational words as he glared, obviously not one to let someone else have the final word.<strong>"I didn't have anything to do with that bombing, and to be honest, I didn't even hear of you before that. You probably think I chose you, because you're the top of the line soldier that I needed? Best of the best? You're good. Don't get me wrong. But that isn't<em> why</em> I choose to do all this." </strong>He said, a small grin forming on his face.<strong> "You're right. It was luck. Luck that I decided to even bother with you. Luck that you were taken down by my rival and decided you might be a good investment. Luck that your soul was strong enough not to be destroyed when we did a bit of 'old world healing' on you. I wasn't gonna even take credit for that one, but I guess the cats out of the bag now." </strong>He said, starting to stand. His full height of 8 feet in his humanoid form loomed over you. He had a really cocky smile as he crossed his arms.<br/><br/>"<strong>Listen, I'm a nice guy. Pay your debt, and I won't even bother with you. Hell, if you're fine with jail and me repossessing everything you own, including those limbs of yours, then that's fine too. Though, any excess debt that you can't pay will naturally go to your family. I'm sure your son would be more then happy to work for me. I may even offer to get lawyers to lighten your sentence if he's good little foot soldier" </strong><br/><br/>He leaned in, his face nearly touching yours. "<strong>So. What I expect you to do. Is what I ask you too. I expect you to be grateful that I even bothered with someone like you, and take this job that I am graciously offering you.... I'm a nice guy you see? And nice guys like me, don't get our hands dirty. You see, my soul is clean. Yours is already dirty and filthy. Killing a few more people for your own gain would hardly even affect you at this point i'm sure." </strong><br/><br/>He snapped his finger, and his maid. A timid purple haired elf girl who looks like she only recently reached adulthood, came back with a small datapad. Her breast were squished against a very small microkini that barely covered her nipples. Her tight black thong with white lace showed off an impressive amount of camel toe as she looked up at her boss who casually dismissed her.<br/><br/>The Datapad showed a human male with his hair half buzzed and dyed blue. He had several piercings, on his lips, eyesbrows, nose, tongue, nipples, and ears. He had was only weaing tight leather pants in the image, squeezing his cock and giving a clear outline of his bulge. The image had several others in the background, all with a variety of weapons, wearing similar tight outfits.<br/><br/>"<strong>I'll start you off with something easy. This man is the leader of a local street gang. They sell and distribute  for Lust, the  addictive and mind-deteriorating orgasmic drug. He's been to jail for it before, but he was able to get out for good behavoir. He's back on the street, and is currently in a warehouse on the south side of the city, in old town church. That's where they keep the drugs. Our intel is pretty good on that. We can't risk the police getting a hold of him however, because we both know that by the time he reaches court, 1000 syringes turns into about 50. And he'll be out again in no time with little investigation among his comrades. I want you to make sure he never reaches court."</strong>He presses another button on the datapad. "<strong>I'll give you 3 days for us to miraculously discover he's dead. But, this contract is worth 15k. The man is highly dangerous when put into a corner. And a lost a few good grunts to him.  You may take up to the 3 days to accept or deny. Who knows, maybe you're secretly a huge drug whore and empathize with him. I have many more asignments for you" </strong><br/><br/>He gave one final little grin. "<strong>And who knows. You probably think you can solve this without my help. But i'm a nice guy, you can come to me at anytime you want if you want a job. It'll be good for a laugh if you decide to come to me during the last week, no better off then you were before, and groveling at my feet. of course, waiting till the last minute, I might not give you jobs that are so good for your little conscience. <br/></strong><br/>