T. O. shook his head. "Come on now. Bill you been knowing me sense my Daddy used to carry me around on his odd jobs around the station. Don't be getting all angry on me. A man has to make a living for himself. Bill, ain't that what you been telling me sense I got back from the war. I was offered a steady job and a assignment. Half of the money up front half of the money on back end when the job is done. It's good money. Very simple stuff. A lot less complicated then it was in the war. I would hate to get rough on you over a little package." He said.
The drunk on the floo got up and ran toward the back of the bar. No one else moved or breathed. Both T.O. and Bill stared at each other. T.O. with an apologetic gaze. Bill with a look of pure disgust and anger.
Bill nodde his head slowly. "Yeah. I did tell you that bit about a man having to work to earn his vices and meals. Your a hell hound though. You work for money. I'm offering a lot money to walk away and mind your own business. Two hundred thousand. They can't have paid you that much if they offered you the job from the damn street." He said.
T. O. sighed shaking his head. "You would be surprised what the other half of the paycheck is. It's a lot Bill. I mean a whole lot. I wanted to convince you though Bill on changing your mind though for old times shake. I just want the package. I don't see what the problem is here Bill." He said
Bill stared at him shaking his head. "You don't see a lot Wales. You ain't been right in the head sense you came back from the war boy. I need the package as my insurance policy so I can finally retire on a heaven station with six beautiful sex slaves all around me and no fat ass wife or my loser children stealing my buzz and money from my bar. I got that rich man by the balls he going to pay be big for it. He's going to pay me my fee and nobody is getting in the way of my big dreams boy." He said and snapped his fingers.
Several mem got up drawing their guns at T.O's back.
T.O. sighed. "Well. I did try." He said as he backed up slowly with his guns out. He smiled at Bill. "I'm going to let you go Bill. For all the times you gave me beer at a discount price." He said.
Bill laughed. "You are a smart boy after all. You best leave the station not just this bar. Deep space is a enough wide place to find better means of employment. Oh. I also watered down your cheap beers alot to keep you begging for more but never satisfied with what you got. Your Daddy was a piece of shit Dust sniffer. You were lucky not to see him get shot up by the pirates for stealing their magic dust just for a fix." He said with a chuckle.
T.O. stared at Bill then he laughed to other man's surprise and caution. "Well damn. I figured that out a few weeks ago about my Daddy but damnation alive. The watered down beer that hits hard. Oh well at least you got your laughter and get back at me and my departed Daddy. Goodbye Bill.' He said and walked quickly out of the bar. Outside in the open space station square people stared at him as he made his way out. One man in a suit with mirrored glasses raised an eyebrow.
T. O. held up a single finger. He brought two fingers to his lips and whistled. The drunk came running up to him and passed on to him a black silver box. The man in the sunglasses held up a gold thick envelope.
T. O. walked up to the man. They traded items. T.O. nodded to the man."Thank you kindly Mr. Saint. Any time you need my services-" T. O began and then he heard guns going off behind in the bar and the sound of death. T.O. shook his head hissing through his teeth. "I did try to warn him."
Mr. Saint held out a device and another envelope. "That's for your next job. The sector coordinates and details are on the device. Get yourself a ship. A cheap ship and head to the next job. Success in each assignment will improve your ranking in the company tier system and credit rating." He said.
T.O. angled his head in respect. Mr. Saint walked past him in to the bar withdrawing a large beast of a pistol from his inside his jacket.
The drunk still stared at T.O. he held out his hand to him. He said nothing more.
T.O. took out five Empiral gold coins and passed them to the drunk. The Drunk took his money quickly and ran away toward another bar just down the street.
T.O. started walking down the street toward the station ship hanger. The sounds of violence and screams followed him as he walked on passing dilapidated storefronts, gambling houses and small time drug farms.
T.O shook his head grimacing this place used to be his hometown. He had come home from the war hoping to start a family and take up helping his family on their drug and storefront farm spot. He had come home to a sorry state of dying community and waste of fuelling space station.
"T.O. where you going bro." Tammy said from steps of a family storefront.
T. O. nodded to tall gangly ponytail red head with rough face skinny body. She was dressed in blue overalls her clothes stained with engine oil and burns. He kept moving forward. "I got a job with a security corporation. I'm headed out of here on assignment. Later." He said with a wave.
"Hey! You got a ship?!" Tammy asked.
"Not yet. I'm going to the hanger to bargin for a cheap ride. Later." T. O said.
"Wait. You need a mechanic? I can fix any Dorothy A1 engines and Mychort jump drive." She said.
T.O. shook his head. "Your old Daddy would chew my ass out for taking you along with me on a dangerous line of work." He said.
"My Daddy only cares about crawling into his next bottle of Redfire when he cleans out his current one. I'm of age. Hey! You'll need a mechanic and I'll trade you some ass to up the bargin." She said.
T. O. stopped a beat and looked at her to see Tammy bent over oddly with a comical seductive pose and goofy grin.
T. O. snorted in laughter. "Alright. Come on. I do need a mechanic and I'll need your expertise in finding the right ship for us to launch off this place." He said and turned and started walking.
Tammy jumped up with a yell of excitement. She picked up large black duffle bag easily and ran to walk off beside T.O. "Just so you know I have condoms. A lot of them." She said.
T.O. stared at her. "You that hard up to get your back scratched?" He asked.
"Yes and I want to get the hell off this dump before it goes further down the shitter." Tammy said.
T. O. sighed but he nodded his head. "Alright. Let's find our new Ship." He said with a grin.
"So...your a hell hound now?" Tammy said.
T. O. sighed. "Part time Security forces agent. Yes. You got a problem with it?" He said with a grin.
"Oh no. Just asking. So what made you decide to take up the job offer?" She asked.
T. O. shrugged. "I was offered a job and chance to use my skills I learned in the war and it was shit load of money with a chance to get off this station. Simple." He said.