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Ascension II: Thankless Victims

“What the hell! Hey why did you do that?” Ishikawa looked at Shwartz, then back at the bloody man with the gun.

Pitcher pounced on the downed Hamsa and rifled through his pockets. He took a credit ring off him, a keyfob for the car and his ammo.

“Who are you?” Schwartz asked.

“No one, you were in trouble here. You almost went on a ride to your own death,” Pitcher pulled a necklace out from under the prone Hamsa’s collar, “see this? It means Hamsa, and that means death to you.”

“Umm, Thanks? But you know you look like death incarnate yourself and he can’t argue his side.” Ishikawa pointed out.

“I see that.”

“So?”

“I did us both a favor, I need this ride. What were you doing with him anyway?” Pitcher wanted to make himself seem helpful and fish for information at the same time. It was a standard assassin’s ploy, befriend the mark and make it easy to complete the hit.

“We were looking for a ship, a certain type.” blurted Ishikawa.

“Well you don’t want to hang around here, hop in or run.”

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