Merc AU

[sword_breaker]

[This wasn't exactly his usual city in terms of employment but there had been mutterings that something had been stirring within the limits. Obviously a turf war between two different groups. That made employers in the zone more anxious to get mercenaries that weren't affected by the situation. Which is why he was here.

Still he needed intelligence on the place and whatever good jobs there were to snap up. At least anything in his expertise. Besides it was only him visiting for now. Better to stake things out on his own than force the whole crew to tag along. Less conspicuous as well.

Passing through the airlock, he tugs off his helmet and heads towards the nearest open desk to see what he can learn.]

Comments

[ambitious_muse]

[Sigma is definitely not grading papers at his mercenary desk. Nope. To be fair, it's not against the rules. It's just not advisable in case someone connects him to his other job.

But considering this morning's exams, next week's labs, and his upcoming anniversary, Sigma has a whole lot of work to do at home and not much to work on here. So. He's getting it done. If anyone needs him, he'll get a call.]

[sword_breaker]

[Is that...a kid? How old did these guys employ here especially when it comes to running mercs and intel? He couldn't be more than a college kid. And is that...those are papers he's grading.

Well that's certainly a thing.

Regardless he strides up to the open front and gives a tap with his knuckle on the wood. His helmet resting against his hip while he looked down at him.]

Excuse me.

[ambitious_muse]

[Great. The one day he lets his guard down, someone is here. And not someone he recognizes, either.

At least no student names are showing. Sigma lowers his pen and tries to look welcoming.]

Hi. Sorry. What can I help you with?

[sword_breaker]

Isn't this where I'm supposed to get job info? This place seems rather...dead. Figured there be more going around.

[The area earns another glance round, turning his bad side for a moment to the man. Then it's back to business.]

[ambitious_muse]

This is.

[It really does seem dead around here. Nobody has told him why. Typical.

The man looks away, and Sigma glimpses a scarred-over eye. He blinks but keeps talking, because he's not unfamiliar with that kind of scar and the men who wear them. Don't treat it like a big deal.]

What kind of job are you looking for?

[sword_breaker]

[The look Sigma gives him goes unheeded for the time being and he sighes before running the back of his neck.]

Anything good in infiltration. Recon even. I'll even take hits. As long as it's above a low C rank's pay grade.

[ambitious_muse]

Infiltration?

[All right, that's just uncanny. Is it unprofessional to direct him away from York's line of work?

Probably. Sigma sets his keyboard on top of the tests and starts filtering through the database.]

Recon? Anywhere in particular in the city? I've got some out near the wilds or some inner-city that you could look at.

[sword_breaker]

Yes. I would hope that you'll know what that is.

[A shrug is offered while he rubs off some dust that had collected onto his helmet. He didn't exactly have the desire to be much more nicer than he already was.]

The wilds would work. I'd rather avoid any major turfs. I'd prefer if I returned home rather than stuck in some turf war.

[ambitious_muse]

[Rude. Of course he does.

Luckily, Sigma knows the turf wars rather well. And if this guy wants to avoid the For Hires, that removes his conflict of interest.]

If you're comfortable in the wilds, someone wants a warehouse hit. Information drop. You'll have to do or arrange your own recon. Here, the information is on your display.

[He links it over to the second screen across the secure wired transfer.]