"Nice to see you again Sergeant." Captain Chalm was a balding man with half a cybernetic face. Therod knew him from the mechanics office they both had their gear worked on at the same time. Chalm had earned his "upgrade" as he called it from a malfunctioning weapon that almost blew him in half, other than the face most of the right side of his body was made up of machines.
"It's Captain now." Therod smiled as warmly as she could manage, she never dealt with Chalm directly, but she had heard not pleasant things about him when she'd brought up his name.
"Right you lead that little company 'Shit Squad?' isn't that a little vulgar."
"We're more than a little vulgar." She smiled at that, it was her usual response to people talking about the name of the company. Most people were taken a back by it, but to her getting upset that hired killers liked to go by a swear word was getting hung up on the wrong detail.
"Right, and you have the former Lieutenant Lorentino among your group?"
"I do not. I do have a man named Rowland Quick who bares a stark resemblance..."
"Sure sure the Lorentino's aren't popular so he's hiding I get that. Well all the same Ronerawth needs your help." Therod wanted to pump her fist at them asking for her after what had happened, but at the same time she knew, just knew this was not the welcome home she expected.
"Ronerawth does realize I do things for money right."
"Compensation will be in the contract yes."
"Fantastic, so what can I do for the boys in purple." Chalm laid it out for Therod, and it was as she suspected a complete screw job, and just the kind of thing she named the Shit Squad for.
"We'll accept." She knew if she wanted better jobs, she had to do the really awful ones first, and this one would be really really awful.
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