Another crumby night, in another crumby drinking hole. Watered down spirits and rot gut beer. All the women have too many scars or too many tattoos. All the smoke in this joint couldn't hide the smell of piss and vomit. Another damned poor excuse for a drink. Another sad, run down looking waitress. Another boring precinct. Workers. Gangers. Drunks. Junkies. Wannabes. Another slime hole Hive City. Another sweaty, humid, stagnant night. Another time I wished I would have left Necromunda and never looked back.
The haze from the smoke and raucous of the people enjoying their pathetic selves make my craw fill with bile. I want to shoot them all and the ones I don’t want to shoot I want to beat into a pulp. Emperor save me. I know I can’t stand another forsaken day doing this. Enforcer detective they call me. I have not detected anything other than I have a badge so I can drink for free and Hive City gangers are a joke.
Just another luckless bastard in a sea of losers I guess. I’m to old to start a new life and too young to quit without going back to slave until I day working the slag heaps. I should have married that fat Van Saar woman that always gave me food. At least I’de have something to do when I get home. Frag. It’s almost time for the day globes to turn on. One more drink.
“ Oi Arnon ! You off yer rocker again mate ? “ asked a pudgy bald headed Goliath.
“ That’s Detective Boyle to you, fat guts “ he replied back poking the Goliath with his shock maul.
“ Ah don’t be getting sore arsed on me ! Was just coming 'round to ask if you heard any news about that new dome opening near the North Bad Zones. “ he patted Arnon on the shoulder and sat on a stool next to him.
Arnon gulped down his final drink and shook his head.
“ Sorry Finky my friend. Word is that it will not be incorporated into Hive City. Why ask anyways? I thought you were happy working the food cart market? “
“ Well, I was hoping to make one last trip downhive and strike it rich before I get too old to be going below the Wall. I have some creds saved up. Enough to buy some decent equipment to prospect.” He shrugged, unsure and a bit defeated.
Arnon looked over the old Goliath. He had once been a respected gang fighter in the underhive in his youth. Now he was a street vendor selling food to the citizens.
“ Tell you what Finky, if and when I hear word of the dome, I’ll let you know. I may even go in partnership with you. “ He laughed and smiled.
The Goliath now pleased , the Enforcer left the bar. Heading for the Precinct house.
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