"forget..." Zebellan mumbled to himself, it was already a good way through the trip and still no offers. Granted he was not the most charismatic person, and didnt attract much attention, but wasn't that what these gold hunters wanted? He looked up as a white man in a suit approached him.
"Excuse me, but I'm putting together a group of highly trained indivuduals, such as yourself I assume, to rid an old mining camp of a, er...infestation. I already have five of the six men I need, and you look like a fit and competent man. Interested?"
Zebellan shifted in his seat, "How much is the pay? It must have good pay," he asked.
The suit smirked, "I do not pay by the hour. You will get payed on how succesful you are. The more of the creatures you kill, the more you get paid."
"How much exactly?"
The suit brushed a peice of lint from his shoulder, "$35 for every kill. An additional $100 at the end of the mission."
Zebellan considered the offer. It was quite a good deal, better then he had ever gotten. "I agree. What are these "creatures" you speak of?"
"You will find out when we get there." The suit removes a PDA from his pocket and types something in. "Meet me at the vehicle bay an hour after we arrive. Oh, and as a curtousey..." The man removes a wallet from his back front pocket and pulls out two $20 bills. He hands it to Zebellan smiling, "Here is something to start you off. See you in an hour."
The VTOL had docked and the doors opened, the suit dissapeared in the crowd, and Zebellan shuffled out to find with the rest of the group.
