Jak Sandrow
"Nobody cares for the woods anymore."
Jak stumbled into a bar. "Two, please," he managed to tell the bartender. The bartender put two glasses, full, on the table. "Two fingers, Darryl." "Heh, it's on me. You look like you need it. Hard run?"
Jak accepted the drinks with gratitude. "Nah, just long. And I don't get paid near enough for the risks I'm taking." He downed the first in two gulps. Darryl offered the bottle, but Jak declined.
"Jak, I need to talk to you," said the portly bartender. "You got a moment?" He then went into the back storage room.
"Have you ever heard of Omega Pyre?" he asked once Jak had come. It wasn't a name familiar to him.
"Omega Pyre is basically a band of top mercenaries led by lesbians," he said drily. "I managed to save one of their operatives a while back. They were very grateful, and offered me a job with them. I declined, for reasons which I will not give up, but said I would give the job opportunity to the best person I can think of."
He glanced down, and then back up at Jak's eyes. "Jak, ever since your dad died, I've taken you in as my son. I want the best for you as I know your father would. Do you accept their offer or not?"
"Well," Jak stammered, "I guess so. How do I contact them?"
"With this" He handed Jak a datachip. "This will give you the specific number for OP. DON'T LET ANYONE ELSE GET IT. Understand?"
"Yes, and thanks, Darryl. For everything." Jak said as he left the bar, one unfinished drink still in his hand.
Typing in the number, he waited to see who he would contact.
Jak accepted the drinks with gratitude. "Nah, just long. And I don't get paid near enough for the risks I'm taking." He downed the first in two gulps. Darryl offered the bottle, but Jak declined.
"Jak, I need to talk to you," said the portly bartender. "You got a moment?" He then went into the back storage room.
"Have you ever heard of Omega Pyre?" he asked once Jak had come. It wasn't a name familiar to him.
"Omega Pyre is basically a band of top mercenaries led by lesbians," he said drily. "I managed to save one of their operatives a while back. They were very grateful, and offered me a job with them. I declined, for reasons which I will not give up, but said I would give the job opportunity to the best person I can think of."
He glanced down, and then back up at Jak's eyes. "Jak, ever since your dad died, I've taken you in as my son. I want the best for you as I know your father would. Do you accept their offer or not?"
"Well," Jak stammered, "I guess so. How do I contact them?"
"With this" He handed Jak a datachip. "This will give you the specific number for OP. DON'T LET ANYONE ELSE GET IT. Understand?"
"Yes, and thanks, Darryl. For everything." Jak said as he left the bar, one unfinished drink still in his hand.
Typing in the number, he waited to see who he would contact.