Capítulo 55: Rogue's
"What do you want, 'Ori Quadrano'?"
Ori drops into the seat opposite her, "Don't you already know? I doubt you would've met me here if you didn't. Not to mention the background check you did on me..." he states, knowing well that his full name wasn't available anywhere but from his banking and maybe his hospital records, if his dad ever bothered to take him...?
She scoffs, "Of course I do, I just want to hear it out of your mouth. It doesn't seem all that important to you with how you're presenting yourself now... Wearing old, dirty clothes, smelling like a low-spec whorehouse and almost arriving late..." she gestures over some other places in the club, "Folks usually know to show respect when they come here, especially if they are here asking for something."
"Well sorry, I wasn't told that this was a suit and tie thing." Ori irritably retorts, "It doesn't matter either though, I have a job I want done, I have Eddies, I'm assuming you have the means to do it."
She takes a puff of her cig and crosses her legs, "Credibility and Respect are worth more than Eddies is this biz. You could have all of Saburo Arasaka's finances at your fingertips, but without his name to go along with it you're at best a high-priority target... You don't gain either coming to meet me dressing like that and smelling of shit. I'm surprised my guys even let you in." she derisively remarks.
"Respect aside, I like to think I've kept to my word during my time as a merc." he argues.
Rogue chuckles and holds her hand, "Ta'xin. Allen Pretcher. Marvin Kellog..." she lists off, her smarmy grin getting wider as his face falls, "Cleveland Fabrosi..."
"T-that-" he starts but she interrupts him.
"Let's not even mention the many other people you've murdered as a 'merc'. I don't know about you, Ori, but to me this is less the work of a professional mercenary, and more a psychotic serial killer. The only credibility I can see, if your remarkable ability to murder those unrelated to you or your work... Even those who provide said work. Who would want to hire, or even be seen talking with you? Someone who killed both his Fixer and the Client he was working for?"
Ori lets out a cold breath and folds his arms, "Dunno what you're talking about. Ta'xin attacked me during a job, Marv was a personal thing. Everything else you listed wasn't done by me."
"Please." she scoffs, "I like to know what goes on in this city. I'm not an idiot. Allen Pretcher goes missing after accepting a job from Cleveland Fabrosi, one you and two others accepted. Pretcher ends up dead with his head cut off, and not long later Cleveland Fabrosi gets zeroed in a parking lot. All while Quentin Fabrosi deposits a large 'donation' into you and your friend's accounts.
That's not to say I don't sympathise, Pretcher was an insufferable bastard, and Cleveland's insistence to alter the deal he made with you would have angered most other mercs. I'm just saying, it doesn't look good on your 'resume'."
Ori sighs and irritably scratches the side of his head, "What's this about anyway? I doubt you interrogate everyone who comes in here with a job."
Rogue shrugs, dabbing her cig in the ashtray on the table, "As I said, I like to know what goes on. You, are an unstable, if predictable force."
"Whaddya mean?" he questions, not sure what she was referring to... He hadn't been a merc long enough for her to find patterns, nor had most of his jobs required intentional action on his behalf.
"I mean, you're not all there." she taps her temple, "I have no idea if you're halfway to Cyberpsycho town or if you're just naturally sociopathic. As far as I've seen, you have only two sides to your modus operandi... Passivity, and violence. Your gigs always end in one of those two categories. Can't say I'm surprised though given your associations."
He quirks a brow at her, "I kind of like to get paid, which means I have to take action if someone tries to screw me." he retorts.
"Mmhm, I understand your actions against Marvin Kellog and his crew, but Cleveland Fabrosi could have been handled rather easily. He wasn't stupid enough to get himself blacklisted by refusing to pay, you're just lucky only a few people know, or suspect you of killing him..."
"So what, you want me to cut down on killing and vow myself to nonviolence?"
"No, while I am judging you, it isn't my place to tell you how to work. Either way, you'll die eventually, maybe even get yourself a drink named after yourself too." she shakes her head, "Doubt it though..." she lights up another cig, "Now onto biz, you want to find your sister, correct?"
...
Ori, still kind of reeling from the interrogation just dumbly nods, "Yeah, I have no fucking clue where she is, but I'll pay whatever you want if you can find her."
Rogue nods, her eyes flashing as data flitters across them, "Catarina Quadrano, missing during the raid on Casinha by multiple factions." She focuses on him, "And you are sure she wasn't killed like the rest of your family?"
Ori grits his teeth at the memory of the mass grave site, "Yeah, she wasn't there..." he pauses, "Wait, do you know why Casinha was attacked?" he questions, wondering if she knew anything about the old man who was responsible for it.
The side of Rogue's lips twitch as if she was remembering a funny joke, "I do, but I assume you'd rather find your sister? I doubt you can afford both."
...
She nods at his silence and continues, "Possible locations of Catarina Quadrano, Maelstrom, Animals, Tyger Claws, or perhaps the scav groups that took advantage of the situation... To be honest, I have no idea if she will ever be found..."
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"We'll decide that after I've run out of Eddies."
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