Orion realized by her demeanour how confident but perhaps how shy the teal haired woman was.  Or maybe she was just blushing.  He thought to himself if she only took off that goofy looking hat she wouldn’t look like a scow mechanic, but he forced himself to focus and not be led astray.  He’s been burned too many times.  Lost too much already to be guided by emotions.

“I’ll offer you the going rate +10%”. Orion said to Ursa.  “If you can wait For a week I can add in an extra 20%, Mr.Strokath here is accompanying me and perhaps that can assuage any thoughts of double crosses as you too are acquainted.  I need a simple in and out with no questions asked.  I would fly myself but I need to address Security while you fly so we don’t have any bad impacts so to speak”. “Now, Cel tells me your good.  Would you feel like telling me why your not just some Random jockey with another amazing reputation?”   

She looked a little taken aback and was about to reply before another lady appeared out of nowhere with a book in hand.  She stammered and was at a loss for words and seemed to be. Focused on the Teal haired pilot.

“Pardon me Ursa” Orion said “I don’t mean any I’ll will, I just need someone to say what they will.....”. Orion paused.  He shut off part of his vidcom that was displaying his interceptor and slid a button on his lapel to recall A.C.E.  “Can we help you miss?”

An alarm began to sound around the station, it seemed the station had been putting out an emergency alert for some reason.  Everyone’s vidcomms began to light up in the club, on the walkways, and in some of the shops.  Cino cancelled the alert, the flashing was interfering with his sight picture on the target.  It was bad enough the target had moved to a darker locale.  He normally watches the front.  The bomber jacket wasn’t enough to conceal who he was but enough for a place such as the club he was in.  The target had moved after dealing with a bunch of drunk marines but it didn’t matter, he didn’t have much time left.  What did bother Cino was the people that suddenly appeared.  Celebrimbor he knew was Yakuza From previous contracts but the other two civs he did not know.  Cino began his breath control, it was a perfect opportunity for the hit with so much confusion.  He had loaded flechette roundS into his Bison Mk.8 autorifle as he was told the target usually wore body armour.  It needed to be a clean kill as was specified in the contract.  He aimed his hi power electronic scope on the lapel of Orion Steiner gauging the distance.  Heart first as this is a message from a loved one.  A Slow blur entered the background but he ignored as he fingered the hair trigger and fired.