The bulky mercenary stepped into the tiki lounge, looking rather dourly at the Banished Pantheon mask hovering behind the bar and the zombies on stage.
Shrugging them off, however, he stepped into a private booth he'd been directed to and sat down. Getting a glimpse at his contact, he frowned. "You
know I can't be seen with you. You're one of Kalinda's 'Destined Ones'. We have an understanding. I don't poach, she doesn't hunt
down the ones that come to me."
"Oh, I assure you," the man in the sharp suit jacket said languidly, "I have no intention of...switching sides. Kalinda believes I have a
potential destiny of greatness. I agree with her. However, your contacts are different and useful to me. Thus, I intend to direct a....accomplice of mine to
you, to take advantage of them, Mr. Burke."
Burke blinked, then nodded. "I see....someone they can't trace to you, but you can get my info from....who?"
"He's coming presently," Largo said, nodding at the door that opened. Burke looked, then blinked several times at the seven foot...death machine
was the word that came to mind as he looked at it. The machine took up a stance near the stage, but otherwise ignored their booth. Largo smirked.
"Impressive, isn't he? Run him through your tests. He will obey any objective you give him as long as it does not endanger my plans. Then send him on
his way. My gratitude could be useful to you after what is coming has occurred," he said. Burke thought about it, then nodded. "Hey, just another bit
of fresh meat, isn't he?" he said, standing up. Largo nodded. "Yes, just like all the others...." he smiled as the mercenary walked away.
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"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
Shrugging them off, however, he stepped into a private booth he'd been directed to and sat down. Getting a glimpse at his contact, he frowned. "You
know I can't be seen with you. You're one of Kalinda's 'Destined Ones'. We have an understanding. I don't poach, she doesn't hunt
down the ones that come to me."
"Oh, I assure you," the man in the sharp suit jacket said languidly, "I have no intention of...switching sides. Kalinda believes I have a
potential destiny of greatness. I agree with her. However, your contacts are different and useful to me. Thus, I intend to direct a....accomplice of mine to
you, to take advantage of them, Mr. Burke."
Burke blinked, then nodded. "I see....someone they can't trace to you, but you can get my info from....who?"
"He's coming presently," Largo said, nodding at the door that opened. Burke looked, then blinked several times at the seven foot...death machine
was the word that came to mind as he looked at it. The machine took up a stance near the stage, but otherwise ignored their booth. Largo smirked.
"Impressive, isn't he? Run him through your tests. He will obey any objective you give him as long as it does not endanger my plans. Then send him on
his way. My gratitude could be useful to you after what is coming has occurred," he said. Burke thought about it, then nodded. "Hey, just another bit
of fresh meat, isn't he?" he said, standing up. Largo nodded. "Yes, just like all the others...." he smiled as the mercenary walked away.
***
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"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."