I believe the term for this is 'an understanding'.
On the upside, she's not likely to get the TSAB on my case. On the downside, the odds of her seeking me out for revenge if (when) she escapes prison are roughly one in... one. I'd go on, but there are only two sides to every Schwartz.
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"...and here's the credstick with your name on it. Eight hundred even."
I took it, glad to be done with the filling out of forms, before something occurred to me. "Eight hundred? Didn't you say that there was a bounty for the pair of them?"
That got me a snort. "Yeah. Sixteen hundred. Now, considering that I paid you eight hundred for the last guy-"
I put my hands up in surrender. "-that would make it eight hundred for this one. I get it." Awfully sensible, that. I'd expected some sort of bonus for bringing in both at once. That'd be properly silly.
Listen to me. I'm thinking like I'm still on Earth.
I stashed the credstick away, and turned back to Daimler. "So is that it?"
He snorted. "Whaddaya expecting? An inquisition? Unless you've got something else you need... yeah, you're done. I do have other contracts, if you're interested..."
Probably not a good idea- I'm busy enough already, what with the... wait a second. "Not as such." Daimler gave me a questioning look, to which I responded "Not at the moment, anyway. I'm going to be helping my family settle some accounts for a while- probably the next few months- so I can't exactly take any contracts."
Daimler shook his head. "That's too bad. I was hoping you could clear a few of these up-"
I smiled. This might work. "I just might." Noticing Daimler's confusion, I continued my thought. "I don't have time to devote to any one contract, so I can't take one... but my work is going to take me all over dimensional space, and the people I'm going to be squaring up with... could be more pleasant, if you take my meaning. There's a good chance I might bump into somebody who's worth something, so if I just happened to know who needs collecting..."
That got me a lopsided grin. "Kid, I like the way you think. I'll send you the info." He stood up, and reached over the desk; we shook hands (Malleus alerting me to a file transfer at the same time), and then he got back into his impressively comfy chair. "Some of those targets make the Bloody Pair look like pikers. Good hunting, and be careful."
I smiled, waving the hand I'd lost the last time he saw me. "I've spent the last few months working on that. Believe me, Mr. Daimler- I intend to!"
With that, I left the building, and began the now-irritating process of getting back to base.
Sigh. At least I'm getting better at teleporting.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
On the upside, she's not likely to get the TSAB on my case. On the downside, the odds of her seeking me out for revenge if (when) she escapes prison are roughly one in... one. I'd go on, but there are only two sides to every Schwartz.
**********
"...and here's the credstick with your name on it. Eight hundred even."
I took it, glad to be done with the filling out of forms, before something occurred to me. "Eight hundred? Didn't you say that there was a bounty for the pair of them?"
That got me a snort. "Yeah. Sixteen hundred. Now, considering that I paid you eight hundred for the last guy-"
I put my hands up in surrender. "-that would make it eight hundred for this one. I get it." Awfully sensible, that. I'd expected some sort of bonus for bringing in both at once. That'd be properly silly.
Listen to me. I'm thinking like I'm still on Earth.
I stashed the credstick away, and turned back to Daimler. "So is that it?"
He snorted. "Whaddaya expecting? An inquisition? Unless you've got something else you need... yeah, you're done. I do have other contracts, if you're interested..."
Probably not a good idea- I'm busy enough already, what with the... wait a second. "Not as such." Daimler gave me a questioning look, to which I responded "Not at the moment, anyway. I'm going to be helping my family settle some accounts for a while- probably the next few months- so I can't exactly take any contracts."
Daimler shook his head. "That's too bad. I was hoping you could clear a few of these up-"
I smiled. This might work. "I just might." Noticing Daimler's confusion, I continued my thought. "I don't have time to devote to any one contract, so I can't take one... but my work is going to take me all over dimensional space, and the people I'm going to be squaring up with... could be more pleasant, if you take my meaning. There's a good chance I might bump into somebody who's worth something, so if I just happened to know who needs collecting..."
That got me a lopsided grin. "Kid, I like the way you think. I'll send you the info." He stood up, and reached over the desk; we shook hands (Malleus alerting me to a file transfer at the same time), and then he got back into his impressively comfy chair. "Some of those targets make the Bloody Pair look like pikers. Good hunting, and be careful."
I smiled, waving the hand I'd lost the last time he saw me. "I've spent the last few months working on that. Believe me, Mr. Daimler- I intend to!"
With that, I left the building, and began the now-irritating process of getting back to base.
Sigh. At least I'm getting better at teleporting.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.