Dialogue: Gig: MIA

Ben

Oh... a friendly face.

Heh. You're great to work with.

V

1ADidn't pan out with Jason, huh?

Ben

1ATotally not my type. I'll make sure Dakota knows to only send me you from now on.

V

1AMight not have the occasion. You oughta keep a low profile for a while.

1BLet you outta my sight for one minute...

Ben

1BI know, I know... Now you play postman and deliver me to Dakota.

1BBut maybe I'll have the honor to return the favor someday.

V

1BSure, maybe.

All right, let's get you outta here.

Ben

Ugh... shit. Feel like I haven't used my legs for a straight month.

Oh, a new face.

See Militech's been investing in young talent.

So... you here to take me on a little field trip?

V

2AI'm here on Dakota's behalf.

Ben

2AFor chrissakes – now you're telling me?!

2AI loathe it, this whole "playing tough in the face of death" thing.

V

3BHandled yourself well.

Ben

3BShould've seen how that fool Jason gobbled it up.

3BEven started holstering in the small-of-the-back like me.

V

2BWhy'd Militech want to buy you off of Jason?

Ben

2BWhat – you miss the memo?

2BThat NCC crook, McLean. Militech bought him off – drafted bills he passed without a blink.

2BI took the bastard out, but now they're desperate to find a fall-guy. Don't want the NCPD looking too close into the matter.

V

2BAs upstanding citizens would do.

Ben

2BMhm. Militech's gladly gonna pin me for a heap other things, since I'm already here.

2BI can only surmise I'll be so desperate as to end up "taking my own life," as they say...

V

2BSorry to hear that.

Ben

Know what I missed most in that basement?

V

Booze? Cigs?

Ben

Melons. Those sweet, honey melons Dakota's folks got growin' on genetic mishmash.

Miles above any syn-melons you could find.

V

OK...

Ben

I sat there thinking... what I wouldn't give for one taste of that sweet, sweet melon.

'Course that prick Jason wouldn't entertain the thought.

Dakota

V, carelessness isn't a trait worth cultivating. Especially not in your line of work.

You should have made sure Benedict was safe, not just left him to fend for himself. Anyway, gig closed.

Dakota

Hey, I need your help. I've lost contact with Benedict McAdams and the driver who was supposed to get him out of town.

Head to the coordinates I gave you, see what you can find. More details attached.

Jason

OK, OK...

So? Did you think it over?

Well, of course, if you can't fit it in your budget...

Too scary a sum for all those lightweights at Militech, I suppose.

Nah, not gonna work. Better get goin', hear his skull callin' for a bullet.

No, not worth keepin' him here...

What...? Yeah, I'm still here.

Then you tell him either he pays my due, or I scratch McAdams off the map for good.

This isn't a negotiation. You buy him or you don't.

Nomad

1AHey, McAdams! Over here!

Ben

1AStarkey... It's been years.

Nomad

1AYou look like shit.

Ben

1AHeheh, I'm a bit indisposed. Looks like you'll have to be my chauffeur.

Nomad

1AUh, V, FYI, Dakota's sending over your payment.

V

1ANova, thanks.

1AHave a good one.