Sicari rolled her eyes and, once again, resisted the urge to take Simbel's mask off and breathe on him.  "We're getting paid seventy-five-HUNDRED-thousand, pyjak."  She got up and snatched the contract of the table, tucking it back under her arm.  She then addressed Lysia's question.  "This is something I was going to anyway, kill a Blood Pack official, one of the less-savage faces of the gang.  I just found someone with the same grudge I do, who also happened to be quite wealthy."

	She started to make her way towards the exit, then stopped and sighed.  "Neither of you have a place to stay at, I'm assuming?  I know you spend all your credits on that gunship you own, suit rat."  She pulled her hood down and resumed her movements.  "Follow me if you want somewhere dry to stay... but if you touch any of the square bags, I'm cutting your fingers off and taking your share of the reward money."  She threatened, doing just about anything but bluffing with that statement.