[h1]Jan Valley[/h1]
Jan received the message as they were dragging a whole car battery out of a car that had been half-buried under a house, and took their time to check the battery for damage, twisting it round in the claws of their suit. 'Aw yeah, that is legit,' they eventually muttered, placing the heavy object down on their cart before grabbing their phone. By now, they actually had two messages, one from Pale Horse, and the other from the CDA. Both were... eh. Firefights. The same firefight, actually. The idiots thought they were both doing some reasonable things, but in the end, it all came down to money.

Jan, frankly, couldn't really care less. Ten thousand could be a lot of money, but they knew they would get better pickings from the bodies they looted. The grand irony was when you could sell an organisation's guns back to them... but actually, if they were going to be there anyway, they might as well go in on one side or the other and get the money *as well.* What, were they gonna get them killed, in the sort of armour they were wearing? Not likely. But which would be preferable... both paid the same, and the CDA offered £2000 in advance... buuut, Jan would have more guns to loot if they were on the ground, and if all went well, they'd wind up getting the guns inside too.

The claws of their suit tapped back over to the Pale Horse's message, and accepted the mission. After that, they grabbed their cart, and continued on their merry way. There was always more stuff to appropriate, after all.