$ The Office of Cal Rho $

[Sanus Compleo]

A little old man wearing a sweater and sweat pants, walked across the dusty floor. Various papers lay stacked on his desk, and his roller chair was carefully tucked under the antique wooden structure. A lamp glowed dimly on the left side of the desk, it's bulb covered in dust. Two file cabinets were stuck in the corners of the back of the room, filled with papers, in no particular order. In the front corner of the room, rested a pot, which had held a dead plant just a few years back. It longed for the feel of soil, and felt cold and naked without it. The old man struggled to rest his rear on his chair. He put on a thick pair of glasses, pulled a pen from an unseen drawer of his desk, and tidied a stack of papers to his right. He waited for someone to brighten his day and come into the room.

Mission Types:
Body Guarding, Drug Running, Assassination, Kidnapping, Shipnapping, Other

Payment types:
Hard: 1000
Medium: 750
Novice: 450
Easy 200

[Sanus Compleo]

Sypriel walked into the office. He had felt a little unnerved. It had been a while since his last job, went very very bad. He also felt a little embarassed that he couldn't keep a steady job. He looked at the old man, and felt a little sorry for him. "Hi, I'm here for a job? My friend told me that I could get one here..." he said

The little old man replied, with a surprisingly strong voice. "Aye, you're the one Salem was talking about?" he said looking him up and down. "I've got a job for ya..." he said, as he thrust a paper in Sypriel's hands.

It was vauge, and said something about it being hard or something. It did have some coordinates though. "You'll be airlifted by private Tycoon to this location, all you've got to do is make sure the man living there stays alive for the next fourty eight hours." he said.

"Um, but wait I didn't..." Sypriel said, before the old man shoved him out the door and slammed it on his face. "But how will I find the Tycoon? he said, as he left the building.

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