Always Know When To Ask For Help

Connecting.

Rolando stared at the word on his screen as it flashed over and over again. He was worried. Worried about a lot of things, but mostly that he would actually connect to the person he was calling. He had never tried this before, he had the little data device for years, but this was the first time he actually tried it. He was just about to turn off his monitor when connecting changed over to connected and the bald red bearded visage of his father showed up grinning back at him.

"Rolando I'm so pleased you decided to finally contact your father." Trezlan looked to be in some kind of diner, Rolando could see people just walking by.

"Not a social call."

"If you're attempting to trace this with your royal imperial friends they'll find I know quite a bit more than I let on." Trezlan always acted dumb. Rolando had seen it over the years, he'd pretend to forget things, or be unknowledgeable about something to ply a client in to underestimating him. Only when the deal was about to go against him he'd suddenly show competency and screw the other party over. So Rolando knew the old man was not lying.

"I'm not trying to trace this, I'm attempting to keep this conversation off the books."

"Ahh so you need my help with something, probably that necromancer running around your current planet." Rolando was taken back by this, but again he knew his father always lead on he was dumber than he was, so not too shocked.

"Its not you is it?"

"No, I haven't been in civilized space for a while now, but I do keep my ear to the ground as it were when it comes to my chosen religion. So you're calling because I warned you to avoid death magic, but you really want to help out because you're an idiot."

"Well thanks for being blunt about it."

"Welcome, but if you are so dedicated to doing something about this necromancer let me transmit some of my data to you, you can tell your government whatever you want on where you got it, now if you don't mind I have to go arrange for some people to be murdered."

"You don't really mean that do you dad?" Trezlan smiled.

"Oh fine its more sign a lease, the only thing being murdered is my love of not being tied down." The signal winked out and the device that had connected Rolando to his father smoked a bit, so if Rolando wanted to contact Trezlan for a follow up he could not. Which meant all he was his fathers data. He looked at the file sitting there on his desktop, and decided he'd get back to it. He'd had enough bullshit for one day.