<div class="floatleft">(https://images7.alphacoders.com/725/725779.jpg)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Damien Wall (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286356.0)</span><br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>0 / 13<strong>Strain:</strong>0 / 12<strong>Soak:</strong>4<br/><strong>Conflict:</strong>0<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Aboard The Chance Cube Dance into the lounge<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>All<br/><hr/><br/>“I trust you Rabme. You’re perfect for the job.” Heading to his room after the meeting, he wonders if Vo-Cador actually understood his sentiments with regards to causalties. It was all fine and good not wanting any kill anyone. He understood that, but at times it was the only way. And when that time comes, hopefully they are not squeamish about it. Perhaps that was why he was here. At least it was Rabme, she he could trust if everything goes to shit.<br/><br/>Heading to his room, he checks his Longarm once more. He agrees with her that he should take his rifle with him just to see if they would allow him to. That would hopefully tell him a bit about the organisation and the tightness of the security. Hopefully the credits he have would allow him entry and access. If not he might just have to nurse his drink. Making sure he straps his knife to his belt, extra ammo, the commlink and stimpack, he hopes for the best. That Vo-Cador wishes were possible to reach.<br/><br/>Donning his coat, he heads towards the exit and noticed Laeli, whom he briefly met onboard but have not really spoken to. “I hope you are wrong Laeli.” Smiling he waits for her to walk down before following as he stands behind Rabme. Taking a deep breath, the  stiffness of his back relaxes as he tries to be less military-like.