"No need for face to face. They leave a pixie and take money. That's a trade by law.
So we are in agreement then? Follow them, film them, capture them, get a confession that they work for the farm, control that the credstick is filled with Nuyen - and film this fact. Afterwards we either keep them secured for three days or give them a chance to fight and kill them, so it's all above law. I can wear my FBA so it appears I'm from KE.
Parallel Nyx can try her charm at Gem's boyfriend so he'll try to set up an extra deal - either by asking his superiors or by doing it on the side."
Sovereign didn't see anything new when he looked at Kynos through his third eye: The mercenary was healthy, but had had the beginnings of malnourishment, although the recent meal already showed positive results. That was all the good his aura held: His whole body was riddled with the black voids of cybernetic enhancements, muting his aura to the form and color of a guttering candle. A small, but recent wound lay hidden on his left forearm. Echoes of countless similar wounds adorned all his arms and legs.
His displayed emotions were a mixture of boredom and excitement, changing by the second. But even on this level were black voids noticeable - were other people held anxiousness and fear, a bleeding wound gaped. Blackened veins stretched over where other people held their empathy and joy. All those sensations left Sovereign with only one word to describe the aura: Hollow. A black hearted hollow man.
