When Charon shrugs he is ordered to admit how she found out his name.
"She asked."
"When?"
"When she got injured."
"And she thought it was just appropriate to ask your name ? When Quinn brought her in... Who brought her in ? Tell me. That's an order."
Charon groans internally knowing that Azrukhal will find the act a disobedience.
"I did."
Azrukhal slowly raises his head towards Charon and glares. Charon waits for the discipline, for the violence but it never comes. Instead he returns to his bar like nothing happened and Charon continues his duties.
For a while Charon is fooled into believing that maybe Azrukhal cared about the girls well being. Apparently she was the one from the radio, people would care if she died. Then the bar closed.
"Charon come here."
Charon headed to the bar feeling every joint click and pop from lack of movement.
"You knew the rules. When you're ordered out of the bar you are to return as soon as your task is completed."
Charon stayed stone faced and gave no reply.
"Was the girl part of your task ?"
"No."
"So you acted out of contract.... If I let you away with it." Azruhkhal spat "You'll do it again and again until you think you're free to do whatever you wish and you know what Charon ?"
Charon remained silent as ever.
"That isn't your right." His words were venomous and spoken slowly. "Say it."
"Free will is not my right." Charon spoke blandly, like the trained soldier he was.
Azrukhal pulled out a 10mm he kept under the bar and walked to stand in front of Charon. Charon guessing his plan spoke up.
"Violence on your half invalidates the contract."
"It's not on my half. Take it."
Charon automatically took it off the bartender.
"Hold it to your temple."
Charon furiously thought to find a loop hole there was none. His contract was worth an extraordinary amount of dollars, it had never been exchanged by caps yet. The trainers did not think anyone would waste their money like this. So as obedient as ever Charon held the gun to his head.
The choice (1d/?)
"She asked."
"When?"
"When she got injured."
"And she thought it was just appropriate to ask your name ? When Quinn brought her in... Who brought her in ? Tell me. That's an order."
Charon groans internally knowing that Azrukhal will find the act a disobedience.
"I did."
Azrukhal slowly raises his head towards Charon and glares. Charon waits for the discipline, for the violence but it never comes. Instead he returns to his bar like nothing happened and Charon continues his duties.
For a while Charon is fooled into believing that maybe Azrukhal cared about the girls well being. Apparently she was the one from the radio, people would care if she died. Then the bar closed.
"Charon come here."
Charon headed to the bar feeling every joint click and pop from lack of movement.
"You knew the rules. When you're ordered out of the bar you are to return as soon as your task is completed."
Charon stayed stone faced and gave no reply.
"Was the girl part of your task ?"
"No."
"So you acted out of contract.... If I let you away with it." Azruhkhal spat "You'll do it again and again until you think you're free to do whatever you wish and you know what Charon ?"
Charon remained silent as ever.
"That isn't your right." His words were venomous and spoken slowly. "Say it."
"Free will is not my right." Charon spoke blandly, like the trained soldier he was.
Azrukhal pulled out a 10mm he kept under the bar and walked to stand in front of Charon. Charon guessing his plan spoke up.
"Violence on your half invalidates the contract."
"It's not on my half. Take it."
Charon automatically took it off the bartender.
"Hold it to your temple."
Charon furiously thought to find a loop hole there was none. His contract was worth an extraordinary amount of dollars, it had never been exchanged by caps yet. The trainers did not think anyone would waste their money like this. So as obedient as ever Charon held the gun to his head.
Azhrukhal gave an evil smirk.
"Shoot."
Click.