Brumion

"The man with a hole in his heart?" She whispered,
"Certainly, if you follow what the Amarrian witchdoctors say." Brumion snapped back.
"Well- I guess I'll have to see for myself.." crawling over his lap.
"You call this a professional business? Maybe in a business of lies & slubridity. All I've had to deal with since entering your joke of a station, out here in the cloudiest regions of the galaxy, is drink and f**k Amarrian ex-slaves. How about you begin to live up to your expectations and reputation and give me what I came here for?!"
She was taken aback, not many Caldari have ever been so forceful in refusing her advances, let alone ever refused them. Maybe he was....no- he had a reputation as big as hers, and it was apparently quite big.
Opening the drawer to her left, with a resigned defeatist attitude and slumping back into her chair, she collected a small group of decryptors, Though these were ever so different, for the info inside would change New Eden forever.