Dirk wasn't a small man, but Chalnarc was slightly taller and far burlier in frame. The Bounty Hunter turned to regard him, his visor's system singing his signature out amongst the crowd, having scanned an old picture of the thug to make identifying him with his tactical equipment easier. Dirk Crimson closed his cuirass plate so as not to alarm anyone else, and simply waited for Chalnarc to make his way over. 

"What do you want?" The ARKer asked churlishly. The impatience of the man oozed out of his tone, and it only made Dirk smile inside of his helmet. A smile that would have chilled ice if it had been openly seen. "Who the hell are you, and how do you know me?" 

"Oh, I've got a shipment of Cyclopean Edge for the boss." He explained, referring to the hardcore drugs that were mostly created in Vat labs of the megacities. Small wars had been fought over growing rights for the stuff, but Dirk had never partaken. If you wanted to remain crisp, you stayed away from the ganger shit, even if it was supposed to be like injecting yourself with a savage form of liquid rapture. "An old friend owed you a favor. Thought he might give you bragging rights on scoring this for your boss. Come on, I'll show you outside where I got it stashed." 

Chalnarc looked like a confused mutant bulldog, anger warring with curiosity. "Hey you-" He started, but Crimson was already heading out of the cantina, waving for him to follow. Had this been a less inconspicuous town, Chalnarc might have been wary of Bounty Hunters. But he already looked like he was hopped up on something and so lumbered out, elbowing the crowd out of his way and stepping into the blaring sun. He placed a large guantleted hand over his eyes to adjust his bloodshot orbs to the intense lighting. Maybe if people like him hadn't destroyed the ozone of the planet, there would have been little need, Dirk thought sardonically.  

"Answer my fucking questions" Chalnarc demanded, trying to focus on the figure on the sand that was Dirk Crimson, standing with the sun at his back. "Who's this old friend you're talking about?" 

"Mephisto Sabre." The Bounty Hunter said, letting the name sink into the large tough. Dirk expected the man to question him, or even to run away. To his credit, he moved like an animal. The thug grabbed his large shotgun and brought it to bear just as Dirk unholstered his DX-15s, firing two laser slugs just before Chalnarc could take a wild shot. The first slug melted half of the shotgun's barrel whilst the other hit Chalnarc in the leg. Apparently he wasn't entirely homegrown human and it only made the thug grunt, dropping the shotgun to take out his Valk-blade, doing his best to steady himself once again. 

"Nice sword." Crimson remarked. "Tell you what. I'll let you live and take you back if you give it to me. Keep it, and Mephisto won't mind a corpse."