Hades hardly liked getting his hands blemished in other people’s dirty business. He had lots of other cronies to do that for him. But every so often, when he saw an opportunity arise, he would slip his way in and see if he couldn’t jiggle a little benefit his way.
This was one of those times. Some sort of argument had broken out, a misunderstanding, or perhaps intentional–either way there was yelling and it looked like it might be on the verge of violence. That is, until he stepped in, and wrapped two metallic hands around two of the perpetrators shoulders.
“People, people, please! What seems to be the problem here?”
There was always a problem when Ziggy was around. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another... but in the outer ring, it didn’t matter what you said or did. The mercenary snarled at the man before him and was ready to knock his lights out. He grabbed onto the shirt collar of the dealer, and pulled him in real close. “What did I say about being late?!”
The dealer squirmed in his grasp and attempted to explain his situation. The performance drugs that Ziggy had requested a week ago, were missing. It was out of his hands, but that didn’t mean he was free of punishment. Just as Ziggy was about to make some sort of forceful move, he was stopped by a man with two cybernetic arms. His attention diverted from his dealer and he let the man go, “None of your business, buddy,” He replied sharply and looked back at the dealer, sending him a warning glare. The delivery was either going to be tomorrow, or they were going to have a problem.
