Joe couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the woman named Shin-mu's offer. That... was a lot of caps. But the gold bar was even more tempting. Easier to carry, easier to hide for a rainy day. Harder to spend, though. Plus, whatever he could get his hands on over there.

Joe followed the Courser inside, and leaned against the back wall, facing the door. He'd never met so much as a Gen-3 synth, well, that he could tell anyway, much less a Courser. The stories were enough, though. 

[i]Have to keep an eye on that one. Looks like the only credible threat so far, but something's off about the other three. Wait and see.[/i]

"The offer's acceptable." he nodded at Shin-mu, "But keep in mind, you better be good for it. If I find out I'm wasting my time, I'm taking my pay one way or another."

Joe had learned the hard way not to threaten someone who could be hiding something, but he had to test the waters here. These three were obviously up to something. He had been in the merc business a long time, and no one throws a net that wide, accepting whatever strolls through the door. 

Then the Courser asked about the job, taking the words out of Joe's mouth, so he leaned back and listened intently.