4. "I must say, he sounds like a thoroughly nasty fellow."

"He is."

   This peaks my interest. I concentrate. I Force the constant chatter of the various scum that call themselves patrons of this filthy shit hole to the background. I focus on the voices.

"Then why are we looking for him?" I hear the first voice enquire, with certain hollowness to it, as if it the individual asking already knows the answer.

"Because we need his skills. We need someone who will blend in to this crowd. Someone who will complete the task set before them with clinical and meticulous precision. The kind of detached logic and dedication that only comes with greed," comes the response. Male. Quite well spoken for the Underhive, but not so much that you would notice it unless you'd heard the accent before.

I twist my head and catch a glimpse at the pair speaking. A man and a woman sitting at the bar, a couple of stools away from me. Not much about them. You're everyday hive scum. If it wasn't for the fact I could hear their conversation, I'd have believed it too...

"So do we find Mr Roth?" Asks the woman, her voice dripping with sarcasm and loathing.

 The man gives her a stern look, which relaxes as he starts to respond, "I'm not sure, from what I've been told not much is known of Dengar's past, which is probably best seeing as he goes round killing various people for money. Like all bounty hunters of decent reputation there are legends told and rumours spread about their person; usually over a glass of cheap amsec in some seedy back street bar like this somewhere in the Underhive. As with any story told in this fashion, many of the details reek to high heaven of fallacy, over dramatics and exaggeration. Some say he used to be an assassin for one of the more influential trade guilds at the top of the spire, stabbed in the back by his former employers and seeking revenge. Others say the turban he sports is to hide colossal amounts of mechanical augmentation he received after suffering a grievous injury, apparently fighting some vile xenos create as a storm trooper stationed on some far flung, Emperor forsaken world. There have been tales told of over 500 confirmed kills, and the fortune he has amassed over his career." 

The woman looks at the man with a mix of disbelief and humour on her face. "That's outrageous! There is no way those stories can be true."

I look into my glass and down the remnants of my drink. I stand up and start to walk towards the door. As I reach them I stop.

  "Occasionally my dear, the truth is every bit as outrageous as the stories told." I look up and examine the surprise creep over her as the penny drops.
"Granted 500 confirmed kills is a bit much and it doesn't pay as well as everyone makes out."  I can't help but smile a little under my mask as I utter the words.

  "D...Deng...gar?"

  The woman looks terrified as she stammers my name, and yet the man she is with seems unfazed. Not even a flicker of emotion or movement. I feel a chill run up my spine into the base of my skull, almost like it was trying to get into my head. The confidence of my earlier remark baulks, but I keep my cool and I mock a bow.

"At your service. Though a couple of bourgeois pigs from the top better have a damn good reason for seeking me out, or you're deaths will no doubt be joining the rumour mill." 

 The man stares at me. "Sit down Mr Roth," he whispers, only his mouth doesn't move. My body does as he asks, even as my mind screams out against the action, "we have much to discuss."

   Yes, this is a lengthy piece of background story. It kind of sets the ground for a mini story I'll be writing for my Escher gang. This particular section will probably be mid story and explains how a couple of characters meet. Obviously, one of them is a bounty hunter by the name of Dengar Roth (Yes, it is a reference to something, try and guess it without the aid of Google :P).

 Anyways, this picture of him might help you out! Follow this embeded link!!
He's going to be my bounty hunter Necromunda (If you hadn't guessed that already, you should probably not have children...jus'sayin)

Bizzle!

-DH-