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[Lorcan]

Lorcan hadn't spoken to Doc in a hot minute and what a minute it had been.

He'd gotten up to so much shite since the last time he spoke to her and the last time they'd worked together. His career as a PI had had a bit of a shot to the skull since then so it was back to what he did best; he was going to kill people for pay. Sure it was a bit petty to reduce what he'd done as a Ranger down to that bare fact but he had killed people and he'd collected a salary.

Now he was just going to end up doing it on a more freelance basis which was why he had called Doc to come and drop by in the first place. She had been up to some stuff herself and he figured she might be able to point him in the direction of some work. The ship was docked on one of the many spacestations around the planet and she had the access codes to get on board.

Wasn't like he'd changed them since she last spent time on his ship.

As it was he was busy currently, working on some of his armour components to make sure they were still functioning properly. So far there hadn't been any issues but that was no excuse for not doing a thorough job.

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[Dr Ilana Morata]

Nothing had surprised the Doctor more than when Lorcan had called her up. It had been quite a while; not since the incident of his throat being cut, as she could recall. Perhaps a secondary look would do well, but she wasn't dressed as a doctor. She was dressed simply, in a white blouse, pressed charcoal trousers, and a fitting, matched dark jacket. That said, she still carried with a holster and her two blades.

It never hurt to be overprepared.

It was probably unnecessary, but she still buzzed his ship anyways for advance notice. It was still his space... she could respect it, even though he wasn't the cleanest person in the world.

"Lorcan," she called out in greeting, her voice a quiet rasp. "How can I help you?"

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[Lorcan]

He heard the buzzer go off and he accepted it immediately without even really looking at it. His fingers were currently mostly busy with the whipcord thrower in the forearm of his armour and why it was losing some tension despite all his attempts to keep it in good working order. Hearing Doc approach, he grunted.

"In here."

When she came closer he glanced over his shoulder to her for a moment before finishing up with his armour. It wasn't perfect but it would do for now and that's what counted. He set the armour to one side and gestured for her to take a seat, scratching a little bit at the scar on his neck as he did so.

Something of a tick these days.

"So Doc..." he grinned a little bit, "I hear you're branching out and you might have work. Being a PI is... less fulfilling than it needs to be for me so I'm looking to get my hands wet again."

Wetwork.

He wanted back in.

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[Dr Ilana Morata]

Had it really been so long ago that she had last seen the 'retired' Ranger Lorcan? It felt like it, sometimes. But it also seemed news traveled fast; she strode in, looking over the man with an innate calmness, then slowly settled down on the seat across from him, legs neatly crossed and leaning back.

"Looking for a job?" she inquired, but the faintest hint of a smile touched on her lips. "I might have something in mind for you, if you don't mind getting dirty." A statement that wouldn't need any confirmation; she knew all too well the man had no qualms about striking out and getting information no matter the cost. "But it will have to be stealthy work; I'm afraid in my latest interests, it's less 'shoot' and more 'ask questions.' But for some of these tasks..."

She tapped a finger on her knee, watching him. "Then you can go all out. Leave no survivors... and no trace of any affiliation. In that case, I want to know why you would choose working for me." A fair question, really; he made no secret to his distaste of her in general, so why would he care to profit from her organization. Why would he bother being interested.

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[Lorcan]

Did he mind getting his hands dirty?

It was a fair enough question at this point. He had gotten them so slick with blood he'd forgotten what it felt like to have dry hands for a time and that had led him to quit. It had led him to do what he thought was right for him and try and seek out some help. Of course said help was expensive and he'd had to try his hand at clean work... and boy oh boy how well that all turned out.

So it went back in a circle to that question.

Did he mind getting his hands dirty?

Did he mind working for Doc and, essentially, being the rabid dog she kept on call for when she needed things savaged?

When she needed things done that people would usually shy away from?

"Already too dirty to get clean - what's another layer?" he joked lightly, eyeing her simply for a few seconds, "But the question isn't if I'm a shitty enough human being to spy, steal, assassinate and butcher. Because we both already knew all of that. No, the question is much simpler..."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Why would you be able, and willing, to pay me to do it? What am I stepping into, Doc?"

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[Dr Ilana Morata]

She smiled slightly in return, but it was never a really warm smile. A habit, created as a need to seem like everyone else. A common complaint, she wasn't emotive enough... didn't they know she tried? But he asked directly, and she appreciated the fact he even bothered. She knew times were tough for him. The first time they met, he was little more than a thug with a badge, and smarts enough to survive the galaxy. Now he was without the badge.

A hired gun with no qualms for murder. Some might see him like a rabid dog to put down.

She saw a man who needed a direction to pull his chain.

"Of course."

A simple answer, with a shrug. "I wouldn't bother if I wasn't certain to pay you, be willing to. What you're stepping into depends on those that would stand in our way." Amber eyes were cold, calculating. Always thinking three steps ahead, always mapping out the paths of least resistance.

"I'm starting my own medical research and supply business; there would be many that would stand in my way, or try to stop me. I might possibly need access to research, to other company's secrets and resources. Who better than the man that I know can not only get a task done, but do it well?" she asked quietly.

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[Lorcan]

So she could afford to pay him eh?

Funny considering he hadn't given her any rates.

Even funnier because he didn't know if he actually HAD any rates for the types of jobs she was asking him to do. Weird that he'd hunted down contract killers and the like but he had no idea how their pricing structure worked. It was what it was he supposed. Instead he switched his focus back to his armour for a moment as he began to seal up the functions and components that he had been working on in the mean time.

"Nice and heavy with the flattery as well - nicely done." he joked with her lightly, eyeing her out of the corner of his eye, "Alright I can see why you'd sometimes need someone who can be the hammer in your toolbox. Or the scalpel, if you'll excuse the pun."

He grinned.

"What's the first job?"

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[Dr Ilana Morata]

He was joking with her, talking nicely to her... was he ill? She eyed him for a moment, then shrugged slightly.

"I have some information I need, but I'll be hosting a meeting for it first on the ship of an acquaintance of mine. I'm sure you wouldn't be above destroying something... something that is a valuable asset to some much larger in company than I am now." She watched him, lips twitching in amusement at his analogy. "I could use a sharp scalpel," she confessed. "Someone I know won't fail... or fail to impress."

She slid over a datastick. "On there is a term of contract; in it, I've outlined the general description of your expected services, as well as your paid monthly salary, plus health coverage. One of my objectives is to provide broader services to the greater galaxy; I've acknowledged I can't provide services alone, nor without certain necessary information from possible enemies. Still interested?"

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[Lorcan]

Hosting a meeting?

Was this going to be a criminal enterprise he could get his kicks from or was he going to end up crammed into a suit and tie talking about "quarterly projections" or some such shite. He hummed a little bit as she explained it in a little bit more detail. It didn't seem too bad and the rest was much better.

Plus she was really trying to butter him up.

He took the datastick and tossed it onto his bed.

"I'm not exactly looking for this type of work for the benefits package." he reminded her with a small smirk, "You know I'm doing it because I can't live without doing this kind of thing. The salary and the rest is nice but it's not really relevant is it?"

He poured out a glass of whiskey for himself and one for Doc before handing said drink to her.

"To getting back to work?"

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[Dr Ilana Morata]

She watched as the stick was tossed on his bed, then her amber gaze tracked back to him. "Well, you'd have to sign the contract first..." she demurred, but listening to what he had to say, she gave a small smirk of her own. The faintest traces of humor, perhaps. "And true... the salary and the rest isn't relevant. But I can't just let you do as you like without perks... and within limitations at times."

But at the offered glass she took it, holding it up at him slightly.

"To getting back to work... with better profit."

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