Contract...

"One of my units was infiltrated some time ago and the spy managed to collect data on various jobs I'd personally lined up around the globe. The Iron Grendaiers have been unable to tract him. Moves too fast and hides far under the radar. Further down than the scum you conceal yourself with."

 

Kill him! The voices whisper load as thunder in Zartan's head. But curiosity takes the best of him and little by little he's anxious to hear more.

 

"You and I... We don't really play this hitman game. You've generally got some violet clad henchman to take care of errands."

 

"Slowly and steadily I'm cutting my ties with Cobra. Firefly and Bludd cannot be trusted and I can't afford to be seen as seeking to terminte this spy."

 

"Which is it Joe is it?"

 

"Oh, it's no Joe. It's Billy."

 

"As in Cobra Commander, Billy."

 

"The same. He's been off the map for years. No one can latch to little bastard. But you... YOu've studied at leat partially the ways of the Arashikage. You'd know places to search that no one would know. And I can make the payoff, shall we say, substantial."

 

Never one to shake on a deal Zartan turns to exit the room and Destro realize he's got the mercenary in his pocket. Having diverted the Dreadnok's anger by playing to his bounty hunting side. Just another pawn to be controlled.

 

As he exits Zartan calls, "Dead or alive?"

 

"Chef's choice."

 

"Have my money ready. This won't take long."

Done