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[tense dramatic music]

[shouting]

[Jurgen]That's it then.

Baldur is dead.

Heroth has got away.

It's all been for nothing.

Get up, you miserable bastard.

[thunder crashes]

[gasps]

Sortha?

[Jurgen groans softly]

I thought you might be dead.

[gasps, groans]

Yeah?

My fist feel dead to you?

[sighs] Not so much.

It's good to see you, Sortha.

Since when did you get so fucking sloppy?

Time was, you'd never let your guard down long enough

for someone like me to follow you.

Plus you owe me a fucking bar.

I loved that place.

You fucking bastard.

[dramatic music]

[thunder crashes]

Where the Throne is Baldur?

He's dead.

Dead?

What, wait... how?

Klore.

He got to us. We tried to make a break for it...

It was me...

I...

I let him down. It was my fault.

He deserved better.

[groans]

[thunder crashes]

It doesn't matter.

Doesn't matter?

We're all going to die, Jurgen.

Some of us better than others.

Baldur knew that.

We all do.

So we're going to finish this.

But not for Baldur.

Not for Bellona, or any of those other fuckers.

For us.

So it's over.

Done with. To draw a bloody line under it, once and for all.

I thought you wanted nothing to do with it?

Well, now I do.

Well? Are you going to take a look, or what?

Sure, it can't make me feel any worse...

Famous last words...

[straining]

-To whom am I speaking? -[Servitor] I bear no designation.

I am merely a messenger.

[sighs]And your message?

Off-world transport has been arranged as requested.

Your extraction shall take place at twenty-three hundred hours, exact.

-Today. -Where?

The lifter will be in dock

alpha-seven-six-nine at the Gheisthaven municipal voidport.

There shall be no further contact.

Do you understand these instructions?

Did she send you?

Directly?

Do you understand these instructions?

Of course. But I need to know...

-[gasps] -[thunder crashes]

[groans]

Shit.

Jurgen. Jurgen?

[groans]

For fuck's sake.

Up or down, Jurgen...

What does that messed up head of yours need?

[groans]

[Sortha] Up it is.

[groans]

[gasps]

[screaming]

You'd better not die.

Not when I'm considering taking you off my shit list.

What the fuck did you give me?

Combat stimm.

[grunts]

Tomorrow's going to suck.

[Jurgen sighs] Usually does.

[thunder crashes]

[rain pattering]

[tense dramatic music]

The voidport's suicide.

The whole place is under Klore's control.

It's the biggest chip in his campaign.

There's no way we'll even get past the gates.

There's one way.

[Jurgen]And I didn't like it.

Not one tiny bit.

[indistinct chatter]

[tense ominous music]

[Aedo] Difficult. Very difficult.

Particularly given your...

present situation.

But it can be done?

Anything can be done.

For the right price.

Price.

It always comes down to price.

One life. A world.

It can all be bought.

After the blood and the shit, everything has a price.

I just hope that, when it comes down to it,

I'm still worth enough to get what is needed.

[tense ominous music]

I'll owe you.

You already owe me.

No.

I'll owe you.

[Aedo inhales]

And you?

Just fucking get on with it.

Excellent.

Presuming, of course, you both survive.

I must ensure the health of my investment, no?

Then make sure we survive.

Get us past those guards.

Because we're going after Heroth anyway.

[hissing]

Then it seems neither of us has much of a choice.

Luckily, my archive is extensive.

I'm sure Malen will be able to provide all the information you need

to encourage the guards to grant you access...

[rain pattering]

[guard] Stop there.

No entry. We're clearing this dock.

[tense music]

Read this.

You deaf? He said no entry.

Get out of here before there's trouble.

You need to read the slate.

What's this?

[guard] Elith...

You bastard!

Aedo sends his regards.

He hopes your families are all looking after their health.

You're him, aren't you?

The bastard who tried to murder the duke.

I should shoot you now.

[Sortha] Shame about the pict.

Be good if you could take another.

Right?

[tense music]

You bitch.

She's been called worse.

He's close. I can feel it.

And Throne be damned if I'm letting him walk away from me again.

[thunder crashes]

[rain pattering]

That's the one.

You sure?

All right, you're sure.

Find a position.

He'll be here soon.

[chuckles] You miss the old days, Jurgen?

Ask me again when we're done.

[tense ominous music]

[gunshot]

[hired guard] Get moving!

Go get the bastard.

[tense ominous music]

[heavy footsteps approaching]

Jurgen...

[wind howling]

Hello, friend.

[tense dramatic music]