Jasmine Keller dodged the weapons fire as she ran down the cold and wet New London streets. She cursed her own luck as she ran. Stupid f***ing bouncers had to notice her counting cards, it wasn't illegal, but apparently they didn't like young women trying to take them for a run, even though she now was...she found some irony in that. She rounded a corner and burst into a sprint to get to the alleyway before the bouncers made it to the street she was on. She leaned against the wall breathing deeply, waiting for
Jasmine was a small build girl with a clear mix if Kusari and Bretonian in her. The mix made her an outcast by each group because of the war, so no one gave her any sympathy. She was 19 now, and still fighting for her life each and every day. She stole what she could for food; she did what she could for money, baring selling herself. She grew up on the streets of New London shortly after her mother disappeared and her father...well...she never knew him. One day she hoped to meet him and shove her size 7 foot up his--
Weapons fire scared the wall next to her, showering her with brick dust.
"There you are ya little whore! Get her!" yelled the lead bouncer.
"Gotta catch me first, fat ass!" Jasmine yelled back and started running down the path again through the alley way.
"You little skank! No one calls me a fat ass! Kill her!"
Automatic weapons fire tore up the walls around me as a bullet hit her shoulder and one nicked her ankle. She went tumbling down and fell into the road opposite the alley way. The lead bouncer was bounding down it towards Jasmine, weapons extended. Just as she thought she was going to die for sure, a metal plated boot came down on her right and another on her left. Jasmine looked up and saw a person full in metal armor.
"Is there a problem here gentlemen?" said a woman’s voice through the speaker. Jasmine swore she could see her smile from behind the armor. She clearly saw the armor marking on the upper part of the suit read "Quinn". She simply stood there with her arms crossed, almost daring the men to make a move.
"Not yer problem, Conviction mutt. Mind your own business." he said bringing the small automatic weapon up and point it directly at the woman in the suit. "Get outta the way or you're going to die with the little slut."
"Wrong answer." she said. As the man slowly brought the weapon up, 'Quinn', opened up two small hidden compartments on her shoulders and fired two small missiles towards the men, each of them stuck in the walls next to them and did nothing but fizzle. The men laughed two short laughs before both exploded in a huge cloud of fire and dust, collapsing the bricks on them. The woman held her gut and started laughing at their expense. Slowly, she realized that Jasmine was still sitting there staring at her and she stopped. "I'm sorry; I just love killing punk asses. Hi, I'm Victoria Quinn, Captain in the Children of Conviction."
Jasmine had heard of the Children before, of course she'd never believed they were any more than myth, a group dedicated to the downfall and crushing of the Lawful forces of Sirius for their corruption and foul deeds. They worked for the pirates, something many of the lawful groups feared. Jasmine didn't even know what to say.
"Am I to expect that your last name is Keller then?" she said, allowing the armor plated helmet to slide back into the collar. Her savior was a woman that looked in her mid to late thirties. Her hair was jet black like her own, and her eyes were a dazzling blue. "I take that as a yes then...do you speak dear or did you never get enough education?"
"I-I'm sorry I'm just kind of caught off guard...how did you know my last name?"
Vadim Petrov looked through the file on his desk. It was a thin folder with merely a few papers in it, all labelled "classified". The name on the folder simply read, "Jasmine Keller".
The door buzzer echoed through the small office as Petrov put the folder back into the desk drawer.
"Enter," he said.
The door slid open and Victoria Quinn walked in, trailed by a young woman no more than nineteen years old. Her face looked identical to that of the girl in the file, albeit more mature. Her black hair stood out in the light grey backdrop of the room.
"Thank you, Victoria," said Petrov. "Would you mind..."
Victoria nodded and left the two alone in the rather small room.
Petrov started speaking as soon as the door hissed shut. "Please, Jasmine, sit down."
She looked at him nervously. His stubble and dark glasses made him look extremely dangerous and powerful, which, after all, he was.
"Right," she said, sitting down. "What's all this about?"
"You are aware that your father is Jacob Keller, the commander of the Children of Conviction, yes?"
She nodded slowly.
"Well, I've been told by Commander Keller, my boss, that you are to be trained as part of the Children of Conviction. Family bloodlines and all. I will be your instructor. But first..." he paused, folding his hands together on the desk in front of him and touching his index fingers together. "First, there is something of as equal if not greater importance we must do, and I will need your help with this."
"Do tell," she said softly.
"We must find Jason Keller. Your brother." He pulled out a small bottle of fine liqueur. "Would you like a drink?"
"No, thank you," she said. "I would like something to eat, though."
Petrov nodded. "Down two decks, section delta-seventeen. The mess hall is located there. You can purchase whatever you want, just tell them it's on Vice Commander Petrov."
"Thank you," she said, standing up.
"Pleasure, ma'am."
She nodded and left the room. Petrov reached into his desk drawer and pulled out her file again. I thought she was supposed to be Keller's daughter, he thought to himself. She's nice though. Very nice. Almost too nice... I wonder how she'll do as one of the Children...
My father, "Jacob Keller", I even had his last f***ing name. I thought my mother was smart enough not to take his name. Made me sick. I stormed down the hallway, fists clenched in my palms, blood dripping to the deck as my nails dug into my hands.
I walked towards the chow hall and entered through the double doors I made a bee line for the window to order food. I waited for an entire two minutes for the cook, oh, and I counted. I finally snapped.
"Hey! F***nut! How about you wait on me and quick playing with yourself back there?" I screamed.
"Listen here you little bit-"
"You going to talk to the daughter of your commander like that you sorry sack of s***? HUH?"
"Wha-no-I mean--"
"What. No. I mean." I said mocking him. "Get me a f***ing sandwich before I turn your insides to slag you waste of space."
"Y-yes ma'am. So sorry for talking down to you like that, I don't know what came over me."
I stood there clenching my teeth shut and snarled at him.
"What the f*** is taking you so god damned long!!! It's not that hard to make a sandwich you rat f***!!! HURRY UP!!!"
He was shaking by the time he got the sandwich to me. It looks perfect and then I looked to him and smiled, in my best voice I said. "Thank you, sir. It looks wonderful."
I turned around and took a bite out of it.
"M-ma'am?" he said, I turned around slowly and stared at him.
"Fut?(What.)" I said with a mouthful. I swallowed the piece and stared at him. "Put it on Petrov's tab you numb skull. You really expect me to pay for this when my father runs the place?"
"N-no ma'am. Sorry. I-I'll go b-back to cooking."
I narrowed my eyes and said "You do that, s***bag."
I ate the sandwich and started to walk around the base. He couldn't have possibly expected me to stay in one place, did he? Hah, goes to show that maybe my father didn't hire the smartest of people to be under him. Barrier Gate was bigger than I'd thought it would be. From what Victoria had said, it was pretty small, but it looked pretty large to me. That's when I ran into someone as I was walking around.
"Watch where you're going moron!" I said and stopped looking at his name tape on the armor.
"Commander Keller."
I thought I was going to die. He was a lot taller than I expected him to be. He looked down me in the armor and clenched his fists. I could see his neck muscles tightening as if he was going to whop me in the head, but...
...he started roaring with laughter.
"I expected no less of my daughter!" he said between bellowing laughs. Then without warning. "PETROV! GET THE F*** DOWN HERE! MY DAUGHTER IS WALKING AROUND THIS BASE BY HERSELF?! I SHOULD THROW YOU INTO THE AIRLOCK AND FORGET YOUR SUIT! YOU HAVE TO THE COUNT OF 10!!!"
My father crossed his arms and tapped his foot, by the time he got to 6, Petrov was standing there.
"Petrov...what did I tell you about letting new people wonder around my facility unattended? I believe I told you several times before about it, did I not?" Patrov went to answer and my father kept on. "Now, you're my second, I expect you to listen to your commander more often than you do. On more than several occasions you've done exactly what I've said not to. Am I correct?" he didn't even pause for an answer. "So, you're going to get her spun up on some combat training, you're going to get her spun up on armor usage. You're going to get her spun up on weapons training. Then, when you're done with that, you're going to go and find my son...once they enter training for the Children..." My father leaned in really close to Petrov. "We're going to have a chat." He looked to me and brushed my hair out of my face with his metal armored glove. "You look exactly like your mother..." then he laughed. "...and you've got her temper and mine too. Lord help us."
With that he turned and walked away. A mechanic was running down the hall, skinny kid, holding some engine parts, Keller reached out as he ran by and knocked all the s*** out of his hands, causing the kid to fall down on the floor, dropping everything. My father roared with laughter again.
"C'mon, kid, let's head to the first little training scenario," Petrov said. He put his hand on Jasmine's shoulder and started walking towards the elevator.
"Hand. Off. Now."
Petrov quickly retracted his hand, thinking of what this little bitch would be able to do through Jacob. He envisioned being strapped to the back of a fighter and launched into space, without a suit, and shuddered.
"Sorry," he said, opening the elevator door and letting Jasmine in.
She nodded.
"Now," he said, entering the shaft and closing the door, "have you ever been in a zero-gravity combat room?"
"Not that I can remember, so probably not."
"You're going to have fun with this one."
"Yeah, as long as I can keep that sandwich I ate in my stomach, we'll have... 'fun'."
"I make no promises," he said as the elevator door opened.
The hallway was short and lead to another elevator at the end. A door on their right about halfway down the corridor was where Petrov stopped. He opened the door and let Jasmine step through before him. He closed the door behind them.
"Put on a training suit," he said. "It'll keep you safe."
She slipped on a suit and waited. Petrov pressed a button on a wall panel and the gravity turned itself off. The inside door slid open and Petrov pushed himself gently off the floor with a single step. He glided through the air and pushed himself off of the artificial rocks floating around the room. He jumped from rock to rock until he reached the other side of the room, where he stopped himself with the wall.
Jasmine's eyes widened. "There is no f***ing way I'm doing that," she said.
Petrov burst out laughing. "You have to," he said. "It's how we train our new kids!"
"Our?"
"You're one of us, girl."
"Wonderful," she said sarcastically. She tried to push herself off of the floor, but she leaped without thinking, sending her flying into the ceiling.
"Ow, f***! And you do this for training?"
"Yep. You'll get used to it soon enough. It just takes practice. You can't jump without thinking. The hardest part to remember though, is that there is no 'up' when there is no gravity. Without gravity holding you to a 'down' position, there's no way to tell what's 'up' and what's 'down'."
"Right. Now I totally get it."
Petrov chuckled. "You any good at math, kid?"
She shrugged.
"Imagine this is all about angles and force. Push one way and you go the other. Try it."
Jasmine sighed and aimed herself at a rock. She pushed off with her feet slightly and flew towards the obstacle slowly. She caught the object and pushed herself towards another.
"This is kinda fun," she said.
"Told ya you'd get it."
"Shut up."
Petrov laughed and watched Jasmine push herself off of the rocks and towards Petrov. She reached his side of the wall relatively quickly.
"Wow," he said. "That's really good. Normally the ones that we take in don't do that well so quickly. Guess you get it from your dad. Now, I've got an idea. Let's race from this side to the other. Sound good?"
"You'll probably win."
"Maybe not, you're pretty good at this."
"You're on," she said, jumping to the first rock.
Petrov pushed himself past the first rock and to the second, then to the third. He was already ahead of her, but not by much. He continued to fly from rock to rock, getting ahead of Jasmine.
She jumped and hit him, rebounding to a rock. He flew towards the wall and slammed into it. She flew from obstacle to obstacle the rest of the way.
"Ow, son of a motherf***ing bitch, that hurt!" Petrov said. He pushed himself gently off a wall and back to the room with the suits.
"I win," Jasmine said, chuckling and floating towards the suit room.
"Take off that suit and hang it up. You've (ouch) done well for your first time in the room. Have you been assigned quarters yet?"
She pulled off the protective suit and placed it on the empty hanger it came from. "No," she said.
"Right. I'll assign you a room," Petrov said, pulling out a computer pad and looking through the station map for large empty quarters. "Ah, there we go. Deck three, section gamma-eleven. Very nice quarters. I'm sure you'll love it."
"Well, I don't have any bags, so I'll need to get some stuff."
He nodded. "I'll escort you up to your quarters and then go get my ass handed to me by your dad. I have to talk to him anyways."
"Alright."
"So," he said, turning the gravity on and opening the door to the hallway. "How do you like it here so far?"
"It's nice. A lot of f***ing s***heads here. Don't know how you can stand it."
"You'll get used to them. They have a habit of... 'disappearing' sometimes."
She laughed and opened the door to the elevator. They stepped in and rode up to deck three.
"No ****." Jason said grabbing the helmet and sealing it to the suit. The ship rocked harder the next time and the wing on his right exploded in a fury if metal and fire.
Warning -- Right wing damage. Mox fuel and plasma mixing. Leak detected...suggest ejecting.
"Right, eject in space when I'm being chased, what a great idea."
Warnin--
Jason reached up and ripped the computer console out from under the dash and threw it into the back.
The Liberty Navy wasn't happy with his most recent exploit of trying to knock off a big time DSE miner, now they were chasing him across Colorado. The bastards really liked their miners.
"Jason Newman, stop your ship immediately and prepare to be boarded, this is your last warning." said the lead gunboat. Jason snarled, his Roc would be able to take out one lone gunboat, but his fighter escorts would be able to tear him to shreds if he wasn't quick with the uptake. The fighters were tearing him apart.
"Right, because it really looks like I'm going to stop." Jason said cutting the transmission, he cut the engines and circled around to engage the gunboats. Just as he did, one of the fighters exploded out of the blue.
"What the--" said the gunboat as another fighter exploded, its pilot making a brief scream. A Slave Liner appeared out of nowhere inside the cloud, its green turrets ripping the small fighters to shreds. The logo on the side was that of a phoenix, and the writing said "Children of Conviction". "It's the Children! Forget Newman, attack the Slave Liner!" said the gunboat.
Just as he did, four Roc's came out of nowhere and began to tear the small boat to shreds. Jason took this as his chance to run, he turned and engaged cruise and headed straight for the New York jumphole. Whoever the Children of Conviction were, he was sure he didn't want to get into a tangle with them, especially when his ship was in the shape it was in. He would stop off at Rochester and then on to Buffalo. From there, he would get the hell out of Liberty for a while...to where, he didn't know. Just as he made the jump to New York, another cruiser sat in front of him, it's turrets all pointed directly to Jason's ship, he froze in place. The same symbol on the side of the ship.
"Jason Keller?" the transmission came from the ship, a woman's voice.
"I'm Jason Newman, I think you have the wrong person. Mind letting me go now? My ship is heavily damaged and I don't know if I'll survive much longer in here."
"Newman, a name you made up to escape the people you owed money from. Your real last name is Keller. You cannot fool us, Jason."
Jason cursed his own luck.
"Look, what do you want? You merc's coming to collect the money I owe? I don't owe any body anything, they're lying."
The woman's voice came back as laughter. "You really think we would put forth this money to find you because you owed money? How about you come with--"
Jason fired a couple blasts at the gunboat and then a SNAC before jumping to cruise, the shields went down and then the SNAC hit and crippled the small ships engines and weapons. The woman on board cursed before terminating transmission. Jason was running as fast as he could. Screw going to Rochester, he was going to run as far away from Liberty as he could. No one had used his old last name in YEARS. How they knew, he didn't know, but he wasn't going to sit around and find out.
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"Sir, Victoria is on the line." said the assistant. I nodded and pressed the comm. "Go ahead, Victoria."
"Sir, your son is a little bastard."
I laughed.
"What happened?"
"The little prick disabled the gunboat in two shots."
Impressive I thought to myself. Very impressive.
"Did you get a tracking node on him?"
"Didn't get the chance, he was too fast. The Smilidon blew up the people chasing him, but was unable to locate him after they were destroyed. He's gone into hiding again, more than likely leaving Liberty."
"Roger that, we'll send Petrov after him."
"If I may be so bold, Jacob...why don't you go after him WITH Petrov?"
I considered this. Jason was essentially me 20 years ago. He would use the same tactics, the same ideals that I did back then, it wasn't a bad idea.
"That's a good idea; I'll inform him immediately that we're looking for Jason. Get back here ASAP."
"Yes sir, Quinn out."
I sat back in the chair pondering the situation. This would be interesting...
Petrov led Jasmine into a large room with rows of exoskeletons and armoured suits, not unlike his own. Each suit was locked behind its own pane of transparent steel. They were sorted by gender and size all down the length of the room.
"What size are you?" Petrov asked.
Jasmine looked at him. "None of your f***ing business, ratbastard!"
"Sorry, go find your size in the rack and slide it on over your clothes. They're tight enough to be skin anyways."
"You of all people would notice, you pervert."
"Kinda hard not to."
She tried to find a way to put on the suit, but couldn't figure out how. There were too many solid pieces and no intuitive way to don the beast.
"Here," Petrov said, sliding up a small panel on the side of the suit and pressing the button underneath it. He slid the covering back down and one entire side of the suit popped open as if it were hinged. He opened the suit and closed it around Jasmine's body. It fit like a glove.
"If this weren't cool, I'd swear you're a sick freak."
"It's okay. I'm your superior and your dad is my boss. How awkward would that be?"
"Just shut up and tell me how to use this thing."
"It's a custom exoskeleton," he said. "Each one was designed by the Lane Hackers. The suit is made of layers of extremely flexible alloy, plus insulation and padding. There are multiple pockets; each one is armoured. There are slots in your suit's legs that can contain light weapons. The back of the suit can be magnetized to grip onto larger weapons, like assault rifles. The suit has accompanying boots and an internally-stored helmet. The boots seal to the suit as soon as you put them on, so does the helmet. There's an advanced targeting system and a reflex booster of some sort, not sure how it works, as well as a comm device and this nifty little program that can remotely fly your ship. Neat, huh?"
She blinked. "Yeah, well, you had me at 'weapons'."
"It's what we do," he said, making sure his suit and Jasmine's were both secured shut. "We're heading back to the zero-gravity room. I'm going to show you how to use that thing. Make sure your boots are secure."
Jacob walked down to the elevator and took it to deck three just as Petrov and Jasmine were heading back for more training. Jacob stopped front of them. Petrov stopped and saluted, Keller returned the salute and he went to ease.
"Change of plans. We're heading out to the Omegas to look for Jason." Jacob said.
"Jason?" Jasmine repeated.
"Your brother. He escaped Victoria disabled one of our gunboats in two shots." he replied.
"Impressive." Petrov said.
"That's what I said. Be ready in 20 minutes, Petrov. Jasmine, come with me."
Jasmine took a sideways look at Petrov and smiled that teasing smile as if to say "See you later." and followed her father. He remained silent for a few minutes, his face and body completely hidden from view behind the mass of armor he wore over his body.
"I don't need to tell you what we do, do I?" he finally said, still walking to his destination.
"From what I can tell, you're a mercenary group with a lot of credits."
Keller looked to his daughter as he walked and chuckled a little bit.
"We're a lot more than your generic mercenaries group my dear daughter. We work for the pirates of Sirius. The lawful scum are the ones who we fight against...those and their loyal lapdogs."
Just as Keller said that, they passed an MM in the hallway. Keller stared hard at him and he returned the glare, as if they were gunslingers just waiting for the opportunity to blast one another to death. The two passed and Keller resumed his forward glare.
"One of the lapdogs." he said.
Jasmine returned with an "Ah" and kept walking behind her father.
"What we do is dangerous, it's hard, and most of all, its fun. The reason I came to find you now is the fact that I only recently found out about your existence. Your life out in the real world, however, has given you the advantage over many your age. You've learned that the lawfuls of Sirius cannot be trusted. They are corrupt, dirty, and most of all, greedy. They need to be put down into the ground, all of them."
Keller stopped outside a door and pressed a code combination. As he pressed the enter key, the door slid open and an office was there. He walked in, Jasmine following. As the door slid shut, Keller entered in a code combination and the door locked, the cameras in the room turned off, and the room was silent. He pressed two buttons on his collar and the suits helmet slid back into his collar. He took a big breath of air while looking out the window, his back turned to Jasmine.
"Why do you always wear the helmet out in public?" she asked.
"That way, people don't know what I look like without it." he said, his voice finally normal instead of being played through speakers. "its insurance in case I need to disappear. Only a few people know what I look like without it, I figured my own flesh and blood should be one of them." he said turning to face Jasmine.
He was obviously of Kusarian decent with a mix of Liberty in him. He had jet black hair down to his shoulders, just like hers, and stark green eyes. Exactly like hers as well. A huge gash ran from the top of his scalp, all the way down and ended at his chin.
"What's that from?" Jasmine asked.
His eyes squinted and looked at the floor, pure blistering rage boiling just underneath the skin. He clenched his teeth and balled his hands into fists.
"Tainted." he said. "There are things that you will not understand, Jasmine. Things you will not understand for a long time. In time, you will learn about them, for I will tell you...but for now...you just have to trust me."
Jasmine remained silent for a long while. She forgot that she was in a bad mood all the time, for once she was finally content knowing that she DID have a family...a father and a brother.
"I trust you, father."
Keller smiled at her and walked over to her; he gave her a ginger hug and said. "Then, my dear, let's go get Petrov and find your brother...oh...and I fully expect you to give him as hard as a time as you can. Makes him tough, and its fun to boot."
To his right stood Jasmine, with Schneider to his left. Keller stood across from them and placed three ship markers on the giant star shape marking Coronado. The table with the star map was covered with markers indicating known position of fleets and fighter wings. Keller grabbed a metal croupier-style rod and pushed one ship from Coronado up to Tau-29.
"Schneider," he said. "This is you. Head up to 29 and go into Kusari." He pushed the little metal fighter figure into New Tokyo. "If you can't find him, head back home."
He reached for the next ship. "This is me," he said, pulling the ship through Cortez and into New London. "I'll look in Bretonia. Same deal if I can't find him."
He reached under the table and grabbed a fourth piece, placing it next to the other ship in Coronado. He pulled both ships into Cortez and further into Liberty, landing them in the center of the map: New York.
"Petrov, you'll take Jasmine and look in Liberty. Take extremely good care of her. Or I will beat you with a lead pipe and then toss you out the airlock without a suit. And then I'll really make you cry. Got it?"
Petrov tightened up. "Aye, sir," he said. He put his hand on Jasmine's shoulder. "I'll take care of her, sir."
"Hand," said Jasmine, narrowing her eyes.
Petrov took his hand away quickly, knowing the power that the young, yet somehow extremely dangerous girl could unleash on him. Just like daddy, he thought, straightening up.
Jasmine smiled a bit.
"Alright, then," said Keller. "Let's move. You have two hours to launch. Colonel Trapper will be in charge of the operations on the station until we return. Dismissed."
Jason walked slowly into the rear entrance of the club and shed his coat as soon as he entered, throwing it in a trashcan near the door. He walked slowly to the rear of the club, not drawing any attention to himself as he moved stealthily through the maze of hallways. He kept his head down as he tried random doors to enter through. Most were locked, but eventually he struck gold. The door opened and he quickly stepped through, closing the door silently.
The room was dark as he began rummaging through the things in the room, eventually coming to a chest. He ripped it open and found an odd assortment of clothes that he could use to blend in.
"Hello Jason." said a metallic voice. Jason spun around only to get caught in the face by a fist. He spun twice in mid air before crashing to the ground with a loud thud. "You've been pretty busy these past few months."
"Go to hell." was all he managed to get out.
"You owe us money, Keller. Don't forget that."
"How did you find me?" Jason managed to say again. A fist came down on his kidney and he screamed pain.
"Lets keep on the subject of the money you owe me, hrmm?"
Suddenly, and without warning, the door to the room splintered and exploded inwards, which was impressive because the door was made of thick metal. The man in the armored suit flew away from Jason and through the opposite wall, replaced by another man in armor.
"You ok?" he said.
"Uh...yeah..."
"Stay here, if I have to expend anymore time to find your idiot ass, I'll kill you myself, clear?"
"Uh--"
"Good."
The man moved through the debris towards the man that had now passed through two walls and was lying on the floor of another VIP room where a stripper and man were, from the looks of things, in the middle of a very intimate conversation. Now, however, they were both cowering in the corner. The collector in the suit clawed himself up against the wall quickly and threw a punch at the other man who grabbed the fist as if it were nothing more than a toy. He laughed and flexed the servos in the suit and crushed the man's hand. He screamed in pain.
"Do you know who I am young man?" he said.
"Arrrrrgh!! You're Jacob Keller. Leader of the Children of Conviction!"
"Good, good. Then you know who that makes Jason back there, am I correct?"
The man began breathing deeply and didn't answer. The man named Jacob crushed the hand further causing him to scream in pain again.
"Y-your ne-n-nephew?"
"Nice try. He's actually my son. You go back and tell your leader, whoever he is; this debt is settled here and now. If he comes for Jason again, with any of you creeps, I'll ensure that your little business is as if it never existed on the face of this sector. Am I clear?"
"C-Crystal."
The man named Jacob killed the collector full on in the chest as hard as he could, sending him through the remaining wall and into the alley way behind the club. He slammed into the wall on the other side and crumbled to the ground. He looked over to the stripper and man whom were cowering in the corner in fear. Jacob sighed, opened a suit compartment and threw them a few hundred credits.
"For your trouble." he said with a laugh and walked back towards the younger Keller...who was missing.
"I'm going to kill this little brat before I even get a chance to train him." he said and took off sprinting down the hallway.