As the group split in two outside of Durham, the small-ish Ork called Grummish walks up and looks the rigger over top to bottom.
“I can help you acquire much better cyberware, if you wish. First, though, I think it prudent to determine if you are indeed worthy of such a gift. I know that some of the group has offered you quite a tidy sum of Nuyen in order to compensate you for your effort. Completely appropriate, of course. However, it remains unclear if you will indeed survive. Frankly, I’m surprised you are not dead already. Good fortune, I suppose.”
Grummish peers over the top rim of his antiquated glasses. “I apologize for my meandering train of thought. Where was I…”
The very attractive human woman, elegant in her trendy pant suit gently taps the ork’s shoulder. “Alex, I believe you were making an offer.” Katherine glacial calm seemed to emanate from her, giving a much needed feeling of peace, which seemed out of place beside the quite aggressive ork.
“Indeed,” Grummish resumed. “If you survive your trip to Cuba with my companions and contribute to the well-being of Dana and Sunder, I believe you will be entitled to some additional compensation.”
“Sadly,” Katherine interrupts, “this is not an offer made from the spirit of generosity.”
“It could be,” Grummish says with a degree of annoyance in his voice. “In any event, if you survive, something I don’t expect to happen… just being honest, then you will need some improvements to put you in a position to serve along side us. I have seen a fair number of associates, all world class runners in their own right, die horrible deaths. That Mortis fellow, for example, an excellent shot, even for an Elf, has been lost. I recall him having part of his metal laced ribs ripped right out of his body. Quite grisly.”
“Though, Alex forgot to mention that Mr. Mortis may have survived. There was no confirmation.”
“Yes, quite right. However, if he is alive, he needed some rib cage replaced, so perhaps still not a great ending. Then there was that Dwarf. Strutter, I believe, who was crushed between the wings of a Greater Western Dragon.”
“Oh, was that the time that Mr. Warpath was bitten in half?”
“No, I do not believe so. Lazarus was sat upon by the dragon during that incident.”
“Ah, and he is still alive.” Katherine pauses, her brow furrowing ever so slightly. “Well, we think he is.”
“I believe you get the point,” Grummish resumes. “Take it from me, someone who has been shot a few times by a Pather Assault Cannon, this job is dangerous. If you make it through, then you deserve a reward that will serve to keep you alive in the future. Bon chance.”
Grummish and Katherine turn to leave, leaving you with your thoughts…