Hector glanced over at the whistling girl and quirked his eyebrow. He noted the telltale tattoos of a Siren and smiled to himself, making sure to remember the day that a huge pile of cash just walked right into the very room he was standing in. “Well… looks like I won’t need to be a scavenger, picking from the dead no more. Biggest bounty I’ve seen in a while just walked right on in here boys.” He spoke and nodded to Baltimore, knowing that Sirens, if caught, could fetch a high price from the right buyer. Problem was, Sirens are not easy to catch. 

Hector snuffed out the burning embers of his cig on the window sill and walked leisurely towards the young Siren girl, looking her up and down. He made a mental not of the sniper rifle and also noticed that she was actually much much younger upon closer inspection. The last thing Hector noticed was the white note she held in her hands, knowing what it was. “No… this is just sick. Whoever set us up got this kid involved too… Sure she may or may not be a Siren, but seriously… She doesn’t even look like she’s hit puberty yet.” He shook his head and placed his hands on his hips to examine her more closely. “Hell, I bet she doesn’t know a damn thing about what we do… not that I know what you two do, I know what I do, and it aint nice. And I’ll take a guess that neither of you two are good men either… at least not down in your cores. Us old guys are sick fucks, and they got this girl mixed up with us? You look like you’re half machine and the other asshole has a god damn skag for a pet. I’m not gunna get over that, by the way.” 

Hector went back to pacing the room and getting antsy, wondering when the messengers would show up, tell them what was going to happen next. He looked down through the window again, wondering how much of this hideous city would crumble if Dahl just left it here. Hector figured that it’d be a great place to be when the place did get abandoned, like all other Dahl worlds eventually do. Even happened to Pandora way back when the first vault opened… Then along came Hyperion and Atlas corporations to uproot them. Wouldn’t be long until someone else wanted what Dahl was after. “They always seem to know before everyone… what’s the purpose of this world, could it be like Pandora? Could it be that this place has another one of those vaults? Damn… that would be huge… I could make a killing here and retire young. That’d be real nice.” Hector spoke to himself, returning to ignore the other occupants of the room before the next visitor or informant arrived.