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who_is_she) wrote2015-03-11 11:55 pm
who_is_she) wrote2015-03-11 11:55 pm
as you wish
When the agent approaches Ard, he's not quite sure what to think. He should be flattered, he supposes, that someone has been watching him and is pleased enough to recruit him, but at the time he can't really conjure anything but mild surprise. It's all the smoke-and-mirrors stuff, really. Ard tells the agent he's interested in working for anyone who can pay, which probably had made him sound very mercenary and not very loyal, though it was the truth. It wasn't that Ard wasn't loyal, he just hadn't yet met anyone on Omega who inspired his loyalty. It was all lies and deceit and pain and fighting, and Ard didn't have a taste for any of it. But he could shoot, and could take quite a few shots without going down, and needed money to live. At least doing this got him enough money to keep up his garden, the only place on this station where he'd ever felt at peace.
Ard was on his way home from a job (he'd just had to stand there holding a big gun and look intimidating while his boss wrangled a poor shopkeeper into "protection money"), and was honestly thinking more about tending to his flowers than the agent's offer. We'll be in touch, the agent had said cryptically, and Ard wondered if they really would. He also wondered if he actually had a choice in the matter. But, more than anything else, he wondered if the plant that had been wilting slightly this morning had perked up at all.
As he lets himself back into his apartment his thoughts are firmly on his garden, and he carelessly leaves his gun and other assorted ammunition on a table before working his way back to the room at the back of his apartment that housed an array of special lamps and tables, every one of which was overflowing with foliage.
Ard took a deep breath, smiled, and felt happiness descend over him as he got to work.
It isn't until he emerges an hour later that he sees the new message light blinking on his console, and curiously goes over to open it. The message is from the group the agent had been with, setting up a meet, and Ard considers ignoring it. The meet time had passed already, anyways, and usually people like that didn't like to wait. But then he shrugs to himself, reminds himself that next month's rent will have to come from somewhere, and starts to get ready.
He doesn't bring the big, scary gun he'd been using earlier, and instead packs a lighter pistol that isn't any less deadly than the big gun in his hands. He also wonders for a moment if he should change, as he didn't frequent the bars on Omega and wasn't sure what custom was, but then figured that he didn't really have anything to change into, anyways, and started off towards the bar.
He slips into the bar and glances around, not really sure where to go from here. The message had told him to wait at the bar, but this place is bigger than he'd anticipated, and louder, and there are about three different bars. Sighing, he goes to stand awkwardly near the nearest one, and shakes his head when the bartender asks what he'll be having.
Ard was on his way home from a job (he'd just had to stand there holding a big gun and look intimidating while his boss wrangled a poor shopkeeper into "protection money"), and was honestly thinking more about tending to his flowers than the agent's offer. We'll be in touch, the agent had said cryptically, and Ard wondered if they really would. He also wondered if he actually had a choice in the matter. But, more than anything else, he wondered if the plant that had been wilting slightly this morning had perked up at all.
As he lets himself back into his apartment his thoughts are firmly on his garden, and he carelessly leaves his gun and other assorted ammunition on a table before working his way back to the room at the back of his apartment that housed an array of special lamps and tables, every one of which was overflowing with foliage.
Ard took a deep breath, smiled, and felt happiness descend over him as he got to work.
It isn't until he emerges an hour later that he sees the new message light blinking on his console, and curiously goes over to open it. The message is from the group the agent had been with, setting up a meet, and Ard considers ignoring it. The meet time had passed already, anyways, and usually people like that didn't like to wait. But then he shrugs to himself, reminds himself that next month's rent will have to come from somewhere, and starts to get ready.
He doesn't bring the big, scary gun he'd been using earlier, and instead packs a lighter pistol that isn't any less deadly than the big gun in his hands. He also wonders for a moment if he should change, as he didn't frequent the bars on Omega and wasn't sure what custom was, but then figured that he didn't really have anything to change into, anyways, and started off towards the bar.
He slips into the bar and glances around, not really sure where to go from here. The message had told him to wait at the bar, but this place is bigger than he'd anticipated, and louder, and there are about three different bars. Sighing, he goes to stand awkwardly near the nearest one, and shakes his head when the bartender asks what he'll be having.