Mariko
The two at the entrance visibly twitched at the mention of that name.
"Oi, now that I look at her she does kind of look like......" the man said
"That little girl in the photos" the woman finished his sentence before lowering her gun and face palming "Shit, now I feel old."
"Well I'll be. That little midget actually grew up. Has it really been that long? I feel like all these past couple years just kinda blurred together." he said also lowering his gun and continuing "Sorry about that. Had a couple times in the past with suicide bombers and child soldiers so we try not to take any unnecessary risks." rubbing the back of his head
"What the hell you doing out here asking for your old man though?" She said before looking over the dirt covered girl with a sigh "Ya know what? Never mind that for now. You look like you need a bath and a hot meal. You can head on in if you want. The bath is in the center tent." she pointed over her shoulder with her thumb
"Oi, you think that's a good idea?" the man said turning to his companion
"You don't expect me to turn Antonio's little girl away here do you?" she scowled at the man.
He simply sighed and then shrugged, holding his gun and looking the other way as if silently saying he didn't see anything.
"If anyone says anything then tell'em you're Antonio's kid. They should leave you alone after hearing that."
Kevin:
The mercenary at the shooting range quickly looked over Kevin as he furrowed his brow.
"No black band." he muttered to himself as realization dawned "Considering you basically just admitted to being an Esper and you don't have a black band then that means you're an illegal." the man sighed again as he took his gun into his hand and began to wipe it down with a nearby cloth
"Which means you're either looking for asylum or you're trying to cross the border." he then looked back up at Kevin with a sharp gaze "or maybe both." he muttered once more
"Whatever it is you're looking for you won't find it here. We're already in the middle of a contract and we don't take more than one at a time. As for my name, not that it's really any of your business, it's just Bartlow."
Kai:
Kai would find the boss located in a rather large tent towards the center of the camp. The inside of the tent wasn't very different from the others except for a rug, a sofa for guests, and a desk where a small pile of papers were stacked. On the sofa sitting across from the desk was a young woman that seemed to be in her teens with long black hair and doll like features while wearing what looked like a maids attire. Beautiful almost to the point of being creepy, her red eyes settled on Kai as he entered the tent. Behind the desk was the leader of the mercenary outfit you were currently working for. A tanned man with a streak of grey hair on both sides of his short brown hair that seemed to be in his early to mid forties. he also turned his gaze to Kai as he enter.
"This is the one?" she asked Alfred, the leader, her gaze seemed to be analyzing his movements
Alfred simply nodded as he began to speak to Kai.
"This is Berma. She's......something of an old acquaintance of mine. I originally wanted to speak with you of the terms of renewing your contract with us but in lieu of her request I wanted to know if you would be willing to take a contract with her. My mercenary outfit is already under contract with someone else and I was explaining to her about how we don't take more than one contract at a time. Since she won't budge on the matter I thought of the fact your contract expires in the morning with us. Would you like to hear the details?" he asked as he turned his gaze back to the maid who now had an indifferent expression on her face.
"He will do." she said without looking back to Kai