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[tense ominous music]

[grunting, straining]

[gunshot, bullet shell rattles]

[Jurgen] Living means learning to do what's necessary.

And what's necessary can often feel like swallowing a razor blade.

Sometimes I wonder if my hands will ever be clean.

[rain pattering]

[shrieks]

[tense ominous music]

[distorted screaming]

[shouting]

[yells]

Blood...

Always more blood...

[tense dramatic music]

Most folk are lucky enough to leave their pasts behind them,

or take a bullet before it catches up to them.

I've never been lucky.

[gasps]

I'll see you tomorrow.

[machine voice] You are requested to respond. You are requested to respond.

You are requested to respond to a direct communication.

You are requested to respond.

You are requested to respond.

You are requested to respond to a direct communication.

You are requested to respond. You are requested to respond.

You are requested to respond...

[Jurgen sighs]

My head felt like it had been used to test a new model of shock maul.

One wielded with unwelcome enthusiasm.

You are requested to respond.

You are requested to respond to a direct communication.

[groans] Fuck!

You'd have thought I'd have been used to a thick head by now.

Emperor's eyes.

Nothing is this important!

-You are requested to respond. -Come on...

You are requested to respond. You are requested to respond.

You are requested to respond to a direct communication.

-[sighs] What? -Hey, Jurgen. Is that you?

What do you want, Eloy?

[Eloy] Some guys were down here, they were asking about you.

[Jurgen] Decent kid. A few credits here and there

and he kept his eyes wide from the shit heap across the street.

[sighs] More looters?

[Eloy] Not looters, no, no, no.

No, these boys didn't have nothing to do with the riots.

No, no, they were bearing a serious grudge.

And? Spit it out, Eloy. I'm busy here.

Look, I can't tell a lie, Jurgen.

I mean you know that.

A man's gotta have some pride.

Gotta live by a code.

[sighs] You told them I was here, didn't you?

[gasps]

[groans]

[Eloy] Yeah but, hey, at least I called ahead to warn you.

I mean, what else would you have me do?

Great.

You're the Emperor's saint.

I'm almost certain I didn't lock the door.

Still, there was always the smallest of chances.

-[huffs] -[heavy footsteps approaching]

Idiot.

[heavy knocks]

[sighs] Come back tomorrow.

[grunts]

[groans]

Thanks for not using dusters.

Sit down.

[Jurgen] That I can do.

[tense ominous music]

It was a safe bet she had at least one more hitter in the corridor.

Someone to watch their rear or back them up in a jam.

To her credit, she keeps her eyes on me.

She's played before.

Have your friends from the hall come join us. [sighs]

There's enough amasec to go around.

Suit yourself.

A glass?

I really need to get new things.

[tense ominous music]

[groans softly]

Do you know who I am?

The refuse serf?

[growls softly]

People have died for lesser insults.

People die every day.

True enough.

Perhaps one day soon, it will be you.

But not today, eh?

That depends.

Hmm.

I'm here on behalf of Aedo.

His previous messenger seemed...

unable to appropriately get your attention.

He wanted more than was due.

You do not set the terms.

You owe for the neural suppressors.

Fortunately for you, Aedo requires a situation addressing.

Something someone of your skill would be aptly equipped for.

I am not that man anymore.

Yes, I'm inclined to agree.

You don't seem to be much of anything.

-Certainly not resplendent with credits. -[glass shatters]

So as I said, interrogator...

Interrogator.

That man died with Bellona.

Another damned ghost in the mirror.

Aedo's messenger keeps flapping her mouth,

running through the details of some scheme.

I can't hear, not a thing.

Nothing past the drumming in my ears.

[Alexa] ... and so, you will do this.

No.

I'll get Aedo his credits, but that's it, friend.

Once again, you do not set the terms.

This isn't a choice.

[tense ominous music]

It would seem not.

-[grunts] -[gasps]

[gasping]

Shit.

Turns out I hadn't loaded it.

At least not properly.

I'd forgotten the mess Maimer rounds made, especially up close.

[dramatic action music]

[choking]

I knew there were two of them.

One round left and two vat-heads.

On balance, today could have been worse.

[gasping]

Let us take her and we'll be on our way.

Sure.

Come pick her up.

She's getting heavy.

[Alexa gasping]

[snickers]

[tense dramatic music]

[gasping]

Hey. Hey. She's dead.

What do you say we avoid joining her and go our separate ways?

We can wait for the universe to find some other way to kill us.

It's a safe bet that shooter of yours misfires.

[scoffs] Maybe.

But your associates weren't so lucky.

[Jurgen] Your call, friend.

Sure. Why not?

Seems a shame to waste the ammo if I'm not getting paid.

But this isn't over.

Never is.

[sighs] Not a chance the Emperor will bless me twice.

[knocks]

[loud knock]

[loud knocks]

Fuck off.

[Baldur] Open up, you waster.

I'd clearly drunk more than I'd thought.

Baldur was a voice long consigned to the past.

Just another ghost at the door.

But then again, ghosts don't normally let themselves in,

or smell like the air after a gun battle.

I knew I'd regret giving you that mag key.

Then who'd be here to pull you out of your own vomit?

I've managed just fine on my own.

Not from where I'm standing.

Get up.

[groans]

[gasps]

Cheap shot.

It was overdue.

You've wallowed long enough.

The bastard was right,

and he had owed me that, even if it hurt to admit it.

He'd always been a good friend.

What do you want, Baldur?

Bellona.

[tense ominous music]

[Baldur] I've got a lead.