That or the the guy who posted it is one hell of a rich and powerful guy. Which means the raeser must be really good to get to his wife.
Honestly, I don't know which is more terrifying. Anyways, let's get this over with.
"Jeorge? He's rich and powerful
now. He probably inherited his wife's fortune. Dunno if he'll run with the Falcons, though... There's his place, right over there," he points down the road to a large building that's actually constructed out of concrete, not scrap like most of the town.
"Or one stupid mother. The contractor's rich, and he's upset. What worries me more about him is that others have been unsuccessful."
"Listen, bud, I don't know if you're telling me everything as far as Silly's concerned, but that doesn't matter."
Stop walking for a second
"I want you to give her a fair shake- you don't have to change your mind, you don't have to like her, but give her a chance- she may be the way she is because no one's done that before."
(If he gets indignant: (authoritative) "I'm the leader here, and I need a team that watches each-others backs. Play nice, at least for a week." If he agrees or 'we'll see'/snorts a maybe: (changing the subject) "Where are we walking anyway?" (where does jeorge live?))
"Listen, Bud..." you start, but stop short. It probably was best to let it lie for now.
"Never mind."You and Bud walk up to the front door of the estate. The door is open, so Bud just goes in. The foyer of the building is decorated with banners depicting red falcons, and even a statue made of metal. A group of people are crowded around a table, listening to a radio.
"That's right, folks. The Shah is on the move again. His tribe of bandits and mercs has pillaged several of the smaller settlements on the west end, but now he sets his sights on something bigger, West Sepon. For those of you not in the know, West Sepon is a production city. Or, at least, it was in the time before the gate fell. Most the factories are broken down, but a select few still produce weapons and armour. They're in for one hellova fight, but I think they'll pull through. Then again, I'm an optimist. Any of you mercs in the area, you should lend your guns to their defense, I'm sure they'd appreciate it. I'll pay you in my undying love. Anyway, enough talking, time for music!" The sound of jazz fills the room as most of the people around the radio disperse, whispering among themselves. Bud approaches one of them and asks them to get Jeorge.
"He's busy," the man says, walking away. Bud grabs his shoulder and pulls him back.
"We're here for the bounty, I'm sure he'll want to see us," Bud insists.
"He. Is. Busy. I'll get Rom to fill you in on the bounty details. Wait here," he says curtly, slapping Buds hand off his shoulder and walking into another room.
"You'd think a guy like me would get respect from a fucking servant," Bud grumbles.
The other men in the room don't look like servants, though. They look like Falcon mercs, probably waiting around to see the owner of the building. Some of them ask to see Jeorge, but are met with the same response Bud got.
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