It was a rather...Interesting. Meet with Corpor, i spent a few hours bringing him to a local cafe to chat over coffee.
I sort of interrogated him when i did, as soon as he arrived, he offered to show me his gun. And i, on the offensive, entered my battle stance. I thought he was going to assassinate me before i became a problem, but instead we merely exchanged and examined our weapons. I trusted him just for that one second, letting my sword slip from my fingers, but you have to keep your friends close, and your enemies closer, as they say.
It should be noted that i never broke eye contact with him, i kept my eyes on the man and not the weapon, but when the man is the weapon, it gets a little complex. I'll go back over the text conversation we had here.
C: Hey, I was wondering how you were doing after that last gig, let me know when you get this.
J: been doing alright. still thinking about my trip to russia. landmines are a pain in the ass.
C: Yeah, one of my family friend's went on a trip to Russia and never came back, they said they were on some kind of adventure for some quick cash.
J: fucking hell, another? just hope the others had an easier time than we did.
J: in other news, i'm finally getting my leg back. it was worth the wait.
C: Huh, looks like we both got something nice after that mission, my grandfathers will finally went through and I got this revolver.
C: It was sent to me with one note just reading 'Chekhov's Gun'
J: that whole 'it has to be fired' thing included with it too?
We go on like this for a little while longer, but it ends with me extending the invitation, and like the show-offy businessman he is, he rolled up in a factory fresh Tesla. The guy is loaded, afterall. We told one another about the stories of our weapons and headed inside. And after i made my order, the first thing he did was scare off the cashier by looking at him. I could tell there was nothing in those eyes. No mercy, compassion, human emotion. Like he's done this all before, practiced and perfected into a distilled act. And then, i sat down, and the questioning began.
Question One: Who are you?
Question Two: (he answered both at once) I expected you to be evil; act or nature?
Answer: ''Mostly act, I don't really show most of my other tendencies.''
A cryptic response. But it tells me enough- He's a trained actor when it comes to this, he can hide his lack of humanity.
He followed this by playing with a coin in his hand, i had to keep an eye on him, so this is noted, as well as occasionally looking at his car.
I was about to ask my next question, but then our orders were ready to go out, and had to stand up.
I could tell everyone in the shop was staring at him, he was pretty damn popular for what he's done, it seems. Mabye popular's not the right word.
After apologizing, i asked my next question
Question Three: Can i trust you? Fully?
Answer: ''Depends.''
...I asked him to elaborate.
''Some people trust me, some don't, I'm quite polarizing. I'd say you could relatively trust me.''
Well, at the very least, he's willing to cooperate, he's good at that. Now i know he won't shoot me in the back. I apologized to him, of course, saying- or, at least, writing- as follows.
''Sorry for all the apprehension. I'm sure you understand.''
''I tend to trust my gut.''
He responded with - "I see. I can assure you trusting your gut around me is not the move. With the horns and all."
I asked him about the horns, it's not exactly important, and therefore it won't be listed.
And with that, i ended my interrogation, or at least, moved to a more personal angle. We talked about the job, and how we both felt. We understood the reality of our situation well, and came to accept it.
Continued in the next entry.
