JACK
”Curiosity’ll lose you a few fingers an’ then some along these parts,” Jack rebutted, scoffing and finishing his cigarette, flicking the butt away. ”She’s the Ark. If that’s the one your niece is headed out on, then you’ve found her.” Who the fuck his niece was didn’t particularly matter to Jack. He’d recruited a couple of ladies over the past season, some drunk, some sober. Which one was related to the Arbiter was none of his business - though maybe it ought to be.
”I know who you are,” he said, peering at Sunjata over the rim of his glasses. ”You’re the guy who tries to run Torchline without checkin’ first about who runs Torchline. Call me Jack. I figured I’d be gettin’ a visit from you one of these days, Arbiter.”
”I know who you are,” he said, peering at Sunjata over the rim of his glasses. ”You’re the guy who tries to run Torchline without checkin’ first about who runs Torchline. Call me Jack. I figured I’d be gettin’ a visit from you one of these days, Arbiter.”
