The wages of sin is death.
Romans 6:23 - The Bible
Yesterday
Hallan stood in a vault with the size and look of a cathedral. He leaned on a desk near the entrance, in what seemed to be pain. He was dressed as a Khanid diplomat, with a Minmatar man following behind him.
"Ahh, Mister Laran," The man behind the desk began. "Your items are in Section B, slot 48,"
"Thank you," Hallan said with a bit of bombastity, "Theo." He beckoned to the Minmatar following him as he began to walk.
"You like doing that don't you?" Theo said with a grin.
"Not at all," Hallan answered with an even wider smile.
"Yeah, don't get to used to it. Once we get the names list and account codes out of ole' slot 48, I'm retiring,"
"You don't like working for me?" Hallan asked with mock hurt in his voice.
"I like working for you fine, I just don't like working,"
"Here we are," Hallan said, coming up short on a small slot at hip level labeled '48-b'.
"Get to hacking, code man," Theo thumbed the pisol in his left pocket and played with a detonator in his right pocket. He closed his hand around the pistol as he heard a voice behind him. An Amarrian man was walking with an escort past them. Theo looked up as the man was passing, and the Amarrian looked at Theo with a strange glint in his eye.
"Got it," Hallan said, interrupting the thought.
"Hal, that's the guy that sold me into slavery. That's the fucking guy,"
"That cannot be a coincidence," Hallan said, putting the papers and datapads into his briefcase.
"I'm going to kill that motherfucker," Theo said as he turned to chase after the Ammarian.
Hallan reached out and grabbed Theo's shoulder, who promptly spun around, and pulled his gun out of his pocket.
"What are you doing?" Theo asked, pointing the gun at Hallan's head.
"We've got the codes and now we're leaving," Hallan said as he looked around.
"Hallan, seriously. We can't let that guy leave,"
"And yet we're going to, put the gun away and lets walk out of here. We can do one without killing people,"
"No, I don't think so," Theo pressed his finger to the detonator firmly and held it there, even as the building was rocked with explosions.
Romans 6:23 - The Bible
Yesterday
Hallan stood in a vault with the size and look of a cathedral. He leaned on a desk near the entrance, in what seemed to be pain. He was dressed as a Khanid diplomat, with a Minmatar man following behind him.
"Ahh, Mister Laran," The man behind the desk began. "Your items are in Section B, slot 48,"
"Thank you," Hallan said with a bit of bombastity, "Theo." He beckoned to the Minmatar following him as he began to walk.
"You like doing that don't you?" Theo said with a grin.
"Not at all," Hallan answered with an even wider smile.
"Yeah, don't get to used to it. Once we get the names list and account codes out of ole' slot 48, I'm retiring,"
"You don't like working for me?" Hallan asked with mock hurt in his voice.
"I like working for you fine, I just don't like working,"
"Here we are," Hallan said, coming up short on a small slot at hip level labeled '48-b'.
"Get to hacking, code man," Theo thumbed the pisol in his left pocket and played with a detonator in his right pocket. He closed his hand around the pistol as he heard a voice behind him. An Amarrian man was walking with an escort past them. Theo looked up as the man was passing, and the Amarrian looked at Theo with a strange glint in his eye.
"Got it," Hallan said, interrupting the thought.
"Hal, that's the guy that sold me into slavery. That's the fucking guy,"
"That cannot be a coincidence," Hallan said, putting the papers and datapads into his briefcase.
"I'm going to kill that motherfucker," Theo said as he turned to chase after the Ammarian.
Hallan reached out and grabbed Theo's shoulder, who promptly spun around, and pulled his gun out of his pocket.
"What are you doing?" Theo asked, pointing the gun at Hallan's head.
"We've got the codes and now we're leaving," Hallan said as he looked around.
"Hallan, seriously. We can't let that guy leave,"
"And yet we're going to, put the gun away and lets walk out of here. We can do one without killing people,"
"No, I don't think so," Theo pressed his finger to the detonator firmly and held it there, even as the building was rocked with explosions.
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