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When explaining himself, Randall seemed to show no outward concern to his words, nor did he seem to have any ease about Trent's capabilities. The guy was indeed a hard man to read, but Trent assumed that was intentional, nobody wanted to come across as desperate or uncaring on the first contact, made setting the terms a bit of a hassle. If one side had a different amount of interest in a contract, it tended to give the other person a certain amount of leverage against the other, client or employee.

Once the original volley of back and forth was exchanged, Randall went straight to business, placing a briefcase on the table as he spoke. [b]"You have done a number of bounty hunting jobs in the past, and your present task is simple. To retrieve a troublesome individual and bring her to a specified location alive. It is imperative that she be brought back alive"[/b]

Trent took the dossier when it was offered, allowing the man to show him the picture before he flipped through the possible sightings. He stopped and mused over the woman in question, tall, blonde, and sultry, a potent mix of traits, especially for one on the run. There were a few hunts he were on that had similar targets, and it was usually the pretty ones who hid the best. They could surround themselves with thralls of men desperate enough to let a pretty woman manipulate them into hiding them for a long time, ended with a lot more people injured than usual. 

[b]"This woman"[/b] Randall explained with a gesture. [b]"has become a person of interest to our employers and they require that she be brought in for questioning." [/b]

And there was the other catch. Alive. A much more delicate procedure than dead or alive, or preferably dead. Usually when someone asked for a person alive, it meant a much higher paycheck due to the hassle. No wonder these guys were offering so much.

Randall then proceeded to give Trent a warning, how several operatives had already failed or something, words that Trent tended to tune out at this point. It was not that he did not care, or that the concern was not warranted, it was simply he had heard the warnings so many times he could recite the dangers of targets from sheet memory. 

"Alright, Randy, this whole contract seems pretty solid, and hey, if this works out I'm absolutely interested in a continued partnership." Trent said, folding up the dossier. "But I gotta ask, what exactly is it that makes her so dangerous? I'd prefer not to walk into this with a cryptic warning and end up having her shoot surprise fireballs up my ass."