Upon entering Connelly's office, Nova immediately felt the stark professionalism that the man carried himself with.  There was some sense of familiarity, and Nova knew that he had probably had dealings with this man at some point before.  He took a seat as asked and allowed the councilman to speak his piece.  The payout was definitely good; more than enough to keep Nova satisfied for a while.  He knew he was probably going to refuse the 250 for gathering intel.  He would do the job as asked, but not much more.  Get the cache, lay claim to a weapon, get his pay, then go.

Connelly paused for a moment, seemingly fishing for the young man's name.  [b]"Nova,"[/b] he replied.  [b]"Nova Viridian."[/b]

He leaned back a bit and crossed his arms.  [b]"Sounds pretty straightforward.  Help one of your men, or possibly just another freelancer through to the cache, and come back with the goods.  I'll make sure it's done."[/b]  He stood up as he said his next words.  [b]"I will, however, have you know I'm not interested in your faction war.  I understand that you using me to gather information grants Sector Nine plausible deniability if Three finds out, but I'm not going to take that risk, for two reasons.  One, I fight for me, myself, and I.  With all due respect, I don't want to get involved in your conflict.  Two, if they do find out that I was under the employ of Sector Nine, that would no doubt exacerbate the tensions between you two, and that wouldn't be good for anyone."[/b]

Nova sat back down before continuing.  [b]"That being said, you can rest assured I have no intention of holding out on you, nor on betraying Sector Nine while I'm under your employ.  You can keep the 250, plus another 250 to show there are no hard feelings.  I hope you understand; I'm not interested in making any enemies."[/b]  He raised a finger.  [b]"I will say, however, that if I happen across someone from Sector Three who gives us a hard time, I'll make every effort to... apprehend them for a time and see what I can figure out."[/b]

He returned to a relaxed position.  [b]"I know that's probably not exactly what you wanted to hear, but those are my conditions.  3000 cells, and no confrontation with anyone from Sector Three, if it can be helped.  If not, then you may very well get what you want."[/b]

Nova stood up once more, content that he had made his stance perfectly clear.  [b]"Fair deal?"[/b] he asked, extending a hand towards Connelly.