“Oh, I’m no one,” joked Carnifex. Kakera gave him her practiced cold stare with a hint of something that seemed to say ‘how immature’. How very Kusarian he thought with a smile.
The smile faded a little as Carnifex began. “Roy, born in the independent worlds on Ames, educated by his father in basic survival techniques and then in Liberty in computer systems and lane and gate tech. After a couple of years in Liberty he fell in with the Lane Hackers.”
Carnifex quoted his file briskly before slowing down and choosing his words more carefully. “I... betrayed, a few,” he paused and smiled with a hint of irony, “Business associates. I turned myself in to some hunters to avoid being killed by the other Lane Hackers. Dodged jail by giving them as much information as they wanted, it didn’t help them much because the Hackers are well prepared for security leeks. That’s probably why no one else has ever left the Hackers.”
Casting his gaze out the window he continued with an air of statement of cold fact, “Bounty Hunter was one of the few occupations left to me after that. My cardimine addiction made a respectable job, shall we say... difficult.”
He made sure to give the impression he was winding down before dropping in the last sentence almost as an aside, “And there were the various stints in different house militaries and the like, nothing that interesting,” he finished dismissively, turning back to Kakera.
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