Capítulo 216: The Nomad Chiefs

"Casimir made a bet on me that he thought would pay off. It's a simple as that," said Aldrich.

"Really now? Sure doesn't seem like it. Seems more like we're way far up shit creek with the Dark Six against us," said Knife.

He leered at Aldrich, and that was when Aldrich noticed that Knife's dark eyes were cybernetic, the pupils indented with subtle lines that indicated they were not soft flesh but metal. "Well, I'm just a bodyguard. I don't really do much of the thinking. I leave that up to my boss.

Also, I appreciate that you're dressed formally, but this isn't the right place for a suit. Here-,"

Knife looked around until he saw a nomad man passing by.

"Hey, you! Yeah, you, the chump with the wack mohawk, come here!" said Knife.

The nomad came up to knife with a nervous smile. "Uh, what is it, Knife? Somethin' wrong?" He gave Aldrich a quizzical look that quickly turned into suspicion. "And who is this? Why's a suit standin' around in our compound?"