Hiring people...with guns.

[Mr. Lynch]

He sat in his office on the third floor of the GalacticBANG Weapons Headqaurters. He had contacted several men and woman to become a part time mercenary for GalacticBANG, and only a single one accepted. He sat there in silence, waiting patiently for his contact to enter his office. For security purposes, he had his left hand up on his desk, and a GalacticBANG model Disposable Blaster Pistol hidden underneath his desk, clenched in his right hand. Now, his job was simple...wait...which was easier said than done.

[member="Carden Lorps"]

 

[Carden Lorps]

Regret......Regret this is what Carden felt, after losing his father that is all he felt.

Carden wore his normal armour but had his helmet off.

he had recently accepted a job from a man at the GalacticBang Weapons Headquarters. He entered the building weapons and all heading up to the third floor Carden wondered what his job was going to be.

he entered the man's office and looked at him, he smiled.
"Mr. Lynch I Suppose?" Carden said while walking closer.

@Mr. Lynch

 

[Mr. Lynch]

He gave a polite grin, then raised his right hand, lining the blaster up with Carden almost instantly. "Indeed, Mr. Lorps, I suppose?" He asked casually, increasing his grip on the handle. He then chuckled, placed the weapon on the desk, and gestured for him to take a seat. That was when once Lynch's comm link went off. Quickly holding it up to his mouth, he began to speak. "Yes?" He asked.

A nervous voice answered...

"S-s-sir...we...we have a-" Sighing, Mr. Lynch deactivated the comm link, not allowing his employee to speak. "I assume you came for the job? Well, after I discuss your contract, we will give you a reasonable amount of credits and one or two personal weapons made for you and you only. I apologize if you happened to come across the dead body in the hallway. He was daydreaming while working...you know, that sort of thing." He said, acting as if murdering someone was a normal thing to do. "So, how many credits do you wish to receive, how many weeks are you planning to work for us, and what form of custom weapon would you like made for you?" He asked with a friendly smile.

[member="Carden Lorps"]

 

[Carden Lorps]

Carden stiffened at the sight of having a blaster aimed at him, then he remembered when Nik B. fired his blaster at Carden's stomach, Carden getting his leg shot by a Galactic Liberation Conclave Commander, the boy put his hands up for a second then noticed that the man had put the blaster down and answered his comm. "Yes let's discuss our contract, as for the weapon's of course." Carden smiled and looked at him "I wonder what that was about" Carden thought to himself before sitting down.

......Regret.....

@Mr. Lynch

 

[Mr. Lynch]

"Alright, how many credits do you desire, the amount of time you plan to work here, and the weapons." He waited patiently, grinning the entire time. "We're also working on a hunting rifle which may or may not be properly built. If the project fails, you will not receive this. Now, you gotta remember, we can't be making weapons of mass destruction if you know what I mean. I'm talking about average weapons."

[member="Carden Lorps"]