"You see, you don't make a convincing argument how this benefits me. That's why I am a bit skeptical. That simple - nothing personal either, just business, and the offer you are making right now?" 

The methodical slow steps each boot took when the associated foot fell kept on with their pace, despite the flurry and frenzy of talking the other man did. If anything it just convinced the hunter a lot further that this was not only a bad idea, it was a [i]terrible[/i] idea to even keep listening much longer. Golemeth was his quarry, he had him alive and secured, and that was the best he had to offer at the moment for himself. The stranger, who only seemed to become more riled and rowdy with ever new word uttered? There wasn't anything to be offered and not an ounce of trust.

Frankly, Theron trusted him as much as he did the Spider or the boosters or reasonably less as he thought about it, spurring him to note as much as he returned the other man's stare with a narrowed one behind the dust powdered glasses from all the concrete that had been pulverized, "Not too sweet, so I am thinking it would be best for you, us both, is that you start walking back the other way and don't stop."

The situation erred closer and closer to one of the roads that led on down to where Theron needed to be, but there was no opportunity to break and run. Mobility was key, as was not exposing one's self to being just casually shot in the back, and both of those options were effectively up in smoke. All there was, was the grungy alleyway, one unconscious, beaten former cyber junkie, and these two vultures pecking at him. Theron sighed a bit, his posture easing some and the false leather of his coat giving a bit more slack.

"And lets not try to be crafty either. No shadiness with the hands or bag, just nice easy steps and we can both go to sleep tonight somewhere not six feet under or getting picked at by geeked out rats or dregs."

Odds were if he flatlined someone would come looking for him or Golemeth, given this was the last place they so happened to be. Problem was, that was hours away when the day came. Either Theron sent something back, a report of what went down, or he came back with a body, living or dead. A missing hunter, especially in this case? Nothing but added fuel to the fire to try and get it resolved. The more conspiracy it all was shrouded in made employers increasingly more desperate and whoever the corp-cop was that blew their little tech dealing venture up had way more attention than imagined. Theron hadn't even had the chance of trying to figure out what the metal eight-leg freak really wanted or what gang was hunting his quarry. It had all been nonstop since his heels hit the pavement from the transport into the Combat Zone.

That wasn't entirely true, the stalk and chase, that was all a bit time consuming, but it blurred together and getting this far to even catch a breath was short lived. Whoever this guy was, he stood somewhere right on the line between being perfectly rational and absolutely unhinged, which with this case was always on a loop.

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