At The Eclipse, one of Manhattans seediest bars; LSF agent Phil Rocconan sits uncomfortably at the farthest table - his kind werent welcome here. But as long as he was here to meet with the Bretonian slaver, Cain Shepard; no one would dare lay a hand on him, word of Shepards ruthlessness - both rumour and fact - had taken care of that. Among other things; it is said that Shepard sold his own mother into slavery, and only he knows if it is true or false.
The door to the bar slides open with a whoosh and its noisy patrons fall silent as a man in his mid-twenties, wearing a battered leather jacket enters; he walks over to Phils table, takes the seat opposite him and the bar roars back into life.
The LSF agent looks up, into his associates grey eyes, Shepard; how nice of you to join me, he says before raising his voice, What the frak took you so long? Ive been sitting here for over an hour while, Phil glances at a man wearing a dark trench coat, watching him from across the bar that guy keeps looking at me...
Cain turns his head slightly to look at the man Rocconan pointed out; then turns back to speak, "We'll deal with him later. Right now; all I want to do is, get that mess from Planet Houston out of the way.
A mess indeed; you sure dont make life easy for me Shepard.
Its not like I *wanted* to kill her Phil, but the bitch gave me no choice. Between my deadline and the possibility of the filth showing up, I didnt have any time to waste. Cain pauses; thinking for a moment before saying, Its a shame really, a teenage girl like her is worth *a lot* of credits to the right buyer.
Phil speaks up; Doesnt the death of one so young concern you?
If it did, I wouldnt be good at my job. Anyway; were drifting from the point of this meeting so Ill ask you, did you do it?
Its been taken care of; no one is going to find out the truth behind her death.
Good. Youll receive your payment over the next month or so, as we agreed the first instalment will be in your account tomorrow.
