Deshima, as close to a hotbed of ruffians as anyone could come without committing a crime (and most bounty hunters had). Virtually every gaijin passing through Shikoku would stop at Deshima which was a damn few these days. The station was also a good place to avoid the new Blood Dragon government, for those dealing in things deemed illegal by the outcast pets (which most bounty hunters did). It was an odd ball station in one of the most beautiful parts of Kusari, a system who’s majesty was appreciated by all of its population (of which most bounty hunters did not consider themselves a part).
It had been a long time since Carnifex had been back to the station and he hoped that he would not be needed in Bretonia while he was on his unsanctioned visit. He still couldn’t get used to the strict expectations of the Armed Forces and trying to keep his cardimine addiction under wraps didn’t make it easier.
Walking down a corridor toward the restricted section of Deshima Carnifex was subjected to a multitude of security tests. In an organisation made up of killers and ex-criminals like Carni, whose main clients were house governments with confidential contracts, such security was ubiquitous and often insufficient.
While there Carnifex checked through some bounty records. High profile bounties could gauge the state of Sirius quite well these days, especially since the Cardimine War had become a cold war of posturing and Kusarian targets had become publicly acceptable.
Carni found it was quiet. Most hits were well and truly on the difficult end of the spectrum and it seemed most clients were waiting on their completion.
‘The sooner the houses make their move, the sooner we’ll be able to operate against the Empire without fear of drawing excessive reprisals,’ he thought to himself. A smile crossed his face as he pictured the state the Empire would end up in.
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