Employment [Achilles]

[Claudio Vinccino]

[[Baal, February 10th, 2523 {0930 Local Time}]]

[As usual, Navy Text will be used for my associates]

Henry was sulking, in the shadows, watching the world go by. He had orders to follow, but that didn't mean he liked being here. "Why do I always end up in the worst places?" he mumbled, leaning up against the wall."Hurry the heck up." His eyes scanned the people who were passing, and watching for the one he was seeking. Then he saw him.

"Excuse me," he said, approaching the man. "Are you looking for a job?" he asked, playing stupid. "I saw you get off a ship, and well..." His voice faded away. "Do you want the job or not?" he asked. He paused and waited for a response.

[Achilles Jones]

Achilles looked around himself pretending to search for someone around or behind him.

"Are you talking to me? Because I didn't hear any respect come out of your mouth."

Achilles took two steps closer to the man with his right hand on his his right thigh gun.

"What kind of job are you talking about?"

Achilles too another step closer emphasizing the massive size different between the two of them.

[Claudio Vinccino]

"Easy now." said Henry, nimbly stepping away and snapping a finger. Three men nearby were instantly behind him, their own guns evident as they loosened them in the holsters. "There is no need for any kind of violence." he smiled. "But since you show some interest, i think we can let it slide." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to the man.

"There is a ship," he began, his eyes scanning the other ones face, "Travelling to Osiris, and we are looking to get a hold of the cargo." He lit a cigarette and took a drag. "Exactly what we want is not important, simply get on the ship and head straight for a safe that you will find in the cargo hold." He took another long drag. "The contents of that safe will be in sealed envelopes, and you are not to open them." He narrowed his eyes. "Anything else you find you are welcome to take, but the documents are not to be damaged." He shrugged.

"Anyone who stands in your way, feel free to take care of them, but try not to get yourself killed or captured." He smiled, "When you have it, bring it back to me here." He raised an eyebrow, "There should be around 15 envelopes, if any are missing I am sure you can find out where they went." he lapsed into silence.

[Achilles Jones]

"Come on in to the ship guys I need to ask a few questions about the job, a few more details I need. And I don't think out in the open is the proper place do discuss such matters."

Achilles turns to walk towards the ship, and once there opens the cargo bay door with a pass-code and bio-metric lock sequence.

"I always have food and drinks available if you want any."

Achilles paused and waited for them to enter after him.

"If I'm going to pull this job off in the best way possible I'll need some more information about the objective."

From the way he dresses int he finest dress clothing, it would appear clear that Achilles was very wealthy, and form his speech and body language, it would be clear he has a lifetime of military experience, definitely Alliance military, probably spec ops.

[Claudio Vinccino]

Henry wasn't sure he liked the idea of going on to the ship, but he didn't know how else he was going to get his own job done, and from what he knew of the one he worked for, heebie jeebies were not acceptable. "Very well." he said, and led his boys on the ship. "Nothin to drink for us." He said, not in the mood for any games. The captain certainly was classy, he had to give him that. "Here is what I know." he sighed, and began.

"This is all on the note, but here we go." He took a drag on his smoke. "The target is a Purple Belly patrol boat. ID number: 7629A. Callsign: Ranger." he blew the smoke through his nose, and then continued. "You know what to get, and where to take it. Anything else you find is yours to keep, and you will be payed plenty when you bring the goods." He narrowed his eyes, "That is all."

[Achilles Jones]

"Alright then..."

Achilles spoke as he drank a Vesper Martini.

"Patrol boat huh? I think we can handle that. I'll take the job. I'll have my engineer and pilot take us out in the morning, probably oh four hundred hours."

Achilles took another swig of his drink and hit his comm unit.

"MIKES!"

A few moments later, another rather large black man showed up with his own weapons, wearing tactical gear.

"Sergeant Mikes here will show you guys out. Have a nice day."

At that Sergeant Mikes motioned for them to walk towards the door.

[Claudio Vinccino]

Henry nodded, and smiled. He then led his men out of the ship. "Happy hunting captain." He said, and then they walked into the crowd and were lost from view.

As they walked away, Henry reached into his pocket, and produced a com. "Everything is going as planned." he said, and then rounded a corner and headed back to where he felt the safest. A smile crossed his lips. So far, so good.