You should say I`m an asshole ex-ganger right now. I`ve seen my share of action in the Nigerian kingdoms, pipeline and such..Mostly driving wheels and running the machinery for anyone able to pay...mercs, runners, pirates, corps, that doesnt matter...sometime it seems like yesterday...sometime like some previous life...
Omar gazes on the table for the moment, something strange, maybe hatred, in his face, scratching one of scars on the face, the one that looks like fresh healed burn mark....and suddently its over...
"Well now I`m here. You guys serving together for a long time?"