Athos looks sideways at the man. "Hmmm. I keep hearing a lot of people tell me that they are finished. That all they were working for is gone and over. No hope, all that sort of fragging drek. Are you really interested in making a difference, or is that talk cheaper than the suit that man near the music box machine thing is wearing? Would you want to come work for me? I am looking for people who want to make a difference. Yeah, I am a gangster, and some of my people are smugglers and the like, but that is just a way to earn a living and put food on the table. I need someone to lead and train my security force. The last candidate lacked vision and enough backbone to try and he backed out. What do you say? Can you look past my background and get on board with this? You can drink your way into hell or flee the city like a failure with a mark on his head, or you can join up and make a difference for those that survive what is happening. It would probably mean a serious cut in pay and might even get you killed, but it is something worth doing. And it would mean getting your mind around the idea that your old friends will likely be your enemies and your old enemies can be your new best friends."
Athos stands and pats Winter on the back. "Sit here and think about it through that next drink. I am expecting to meet a good friend at that booth over there. You do not like her and she does not like you, but this is a different world today than it was yesterday, and that means many things can and need to change, so please do not create a problem with her. If you want to think longer, here is my comm code. Use it. Make the right choice for the people of Seattle, not just yourself."
He will wait a few seconds to see if the man will respond, planning on moving to the booth to wait for Lora if he does not.