Jurgen listened patiently while the barkeeper explained how bounty hunting worked. He and Eve would go out and kill a man who had been murdering people, bring back proof, and get paid. They lost ten percent to "The Man" and walked away with the rest in credit. He nodded, looking thoughtful. Eve was kind enough to distract the man while the cyborg thought, and after a moment he decided to give it a try. "You said The Man only takes ten percent. But then you said I only get two grand for this guy's head. You have trouble with numbers, or are you taking twenty percent from me?" he asked, "Because for twenty-two-fifty and a piece, my friend and I will go whack that poor bastard and come back for more."

The cyborg was almost positive that this guy got some kind of signing bonus for getting them hooked on a contract. He was also pretty damn sure he didn't want to kill anyone. While he was a tough guy, raised in an unpleasant place, straight-up murdering someone just seemed bad. Then again, two grand was a lot of money, and he could always use more money. Ideally, they'd have the money before Eve's next fight. Another two grand to put on their betting slip would mean a lot more in winnings. And since money was the goal here, Jurgen didn't know how to say no. He did understand an unfair fight, though, and even with Eve on his side, he wasn't going to walk into something without a decent leveler. If this guy was jacking implants, being a cyborg wouldn't help much. He'd definitely want a proper weapon for himself, since Eve couldn't be expected to do everything.

Jurgen just hoped this guy wasn't the negotiating type. He'd come here to relax, not look for work, if he got hauled into a negotiation, the already-irritated cyborg was going to leave. So, just in case, he finished his drink off quickly, hoping the bartender could just bring up the contract and hand him a gun and they could go back to relaxing. If not, well, home was as good a place as any to relax...