Mike shrugged, took the mug and sighed, “Well, most my friends were signing up, and it seemed like the thing to do.”
She sighed and nodded, “I hear that a lot. I take it it was a decent job?”
“Paid the bills, mosta time.” He sipped hers, decided that she must be stuffed shirt to turn down the beer, and started in on her mug.
“how long you been a merc?”
“few years, give or take.” He didn’t really look much older than twenty, but money was money, however you made it, she supposed.
“What do you know about your company? There wasn’t much of it left…You had a commander?”
He snorted a bit, looking down in the mug, “Yeah, we had two, a field commander as it were, and a paper commander. Th’ one who hooks us up with assignments and such. He’s one that sent me back to pick y’ll up. Field commander’s dead in the field. Yr friend said that I might be in danger, you any ideas on that?” He looked at her, now, attentively.
“Well..” she paused, shrugged, “we have a suspicion that the man you worked for..your paper commander, as it were, is truly working for the family.” She noticed the man pale significantly. “Ah, I see your acquainted with these people?”
He nodded faintly. “‘s hard not to be in my line of business, a man learns when not t’ ask questions. Y’gotta be a fool to mess with the family, or stupid.”
She hooked a slight smile at that. “Well call me stupid then.”
“Alright, then stupid.” He almost cracked a smile, even as she chuckled. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but it’s downright suicide to mess with thems kinda people.”
“Well, let’s just say I’m a bit more durable than I look.”
He looked her over, arching an eyebrow, “A guns a gun, s’far as I’m concerned.”
“Guns don’t worry me too much.” He let out a disbelieving bark, before she continued, “it’s usually the things I don’t see or sense that worry me. If you were really sent out by the paper commander to get us…well you know how our supposed resting place turned out. Assassins worry me more than thugs. Thugs I can plan for, predict…”
He shook his head slowly, musing on his cup. “Its only human to worry about guns.” he muttered quietly.
She pursed her lips a bit, “well, I suppose it’s a good thing I’m not human then, eh?”
He looked up and stared at her for a moment, before she cleared her throat and flushed. “Ahhm, how about another round.”
Still pale, he nodded vigorously yes. She hailed the waitress, and another frothy mug was set in front of Mike.
“Well, stupid or not, and whatever else, we’ll need what help we can get. What can you tell me about your paper commander?”
“Well, rightly, not much miss. He generally gos around with two goons, usually carrying, though never visibly. Always wearin’ suits, respectable-like. The finely tailored kind, mind you, not the environmental kind.”
“What are they packing? plasma? Lazer? are they human, cyborg, db?”
“Ah, human, as far as looks go, but they’re always real covered up. Never had no reason to want to get into a scrap with them, so I don’t know what kinda guns they carry. If they’re part borg, its a good conversion, their hands are human-like. Th’ commander’s not much to look at, but I guess his brain works ok. He keeps all th’ paperwork and whatnot.”
She nodded, “And where does he keep his office?” She listened intently to his directions.
“Alright…well.. you know where my crew and I are if you think of anything that could help us… I’d highly suggest you lay low or join us for the course, entirely up to you. We could provide a sort of protection, or you can seek your own berth and safety.”
He cleared his throat and finished the beer. “Miss, no disrespect, but I’m thinkin’ your likes are gonna be too hairy for me. I’ll find my own way.”
“Wish I could help you more then. My contacts in this area aren’t exactly…in order yet,” she offered him an apologetic look.
“And I’m sorry about your other merc friend.” He went pale again, and nodded. She could see sweat beginning on his forehead. “But, I suppose it’s best we part ways now.” She rose, and left the chits for the tab on the table, before wandering off out of the inn. She wondered if Mike would last the week, much less if she would see him again. Nice enough, if a bit simple. Ah well, nothing for it, she turned and headed back towards the inn to reveal her information about their target to her companions.