9:00 pm, Three days out from Manta Carlos port.
Haru was sitting on the port side of the large cargo ship with her usual attire on. Well, it was her newer usual attire as her suit and tie didn't really fit this job. A black body armor adorned her body along with a basic patch holding the symbol of her company. At her waist were the standard issue gear most of her employees had, a pistol, combat knife, and other pieces such as a radio and basic meds. Of course, she also had her primary weapon of choice the M16; an American made weapon that seemed to be in abundance on the market. She frowned at the gun leaning against the metal wall and inspected it a bit more closely. The quality was good but the price wasn't as good as she had liked. She would defiantly need a better supplier soon if she wanted to profit more noticeably.
That is what today's....or this weeks job had been about, profit. They had filled a contract to defend several cargo ships pulling into Manta Carlos from Japans port in Tokyo. Everything was adorned in the foreign language and most, if not all of the crew manning it were of Japanese descent it seemed. A few BlackThorn guards passed by her wearing their Balaclavas and gear with utter professionalism.
A small nod was given to their CEO as they continued their rounds. They had been informed that a lot of the wares on the boat were valuable and as such Haru made sure to offer the appropriate amount of guards. Looking down from the railing she found herself sitting on she watched as the large ship distorted the water and made ripples in the waves. She would've enjoyed the glisten of the moon on the water also if the countless containers didn't block it at her angle.
"Just three more days and I'll be able to sleep on my bed again..."
@Saber
Haru was sitting on the port side of the large cargo ship with her usual attire on. Well, it was her newer usual attire as her suit and tie didn't really fit this job. A black body armor adorned her body along with a basic patch holding the symbol of her company. At her waist were the standard issue gear most of her employees had, a pistol, combat knife, and other pieces such as a radio and basic meds. Of course, she also had her primary weapon of choice the M16; an American made weapon that seemed to be in abundance on the market. She frowned at the gun leaning against the metal wall and inspected it a bit more closely. The quality was good but the price wasn't as good as she had liked. She would defiantly need a better supplier soon if she wanted to profit more noticeably.
That is what today's....or this weeks job had been about, profit. They had filled a contract to defend several cargo ships pulling into Manta Carlos from Japans port in Tokyo. Everything was adorned in the foreign language and most, if not all of the crew manning it were of Japanese descent it seemed. A few BlackThorn guards passed by her wearing their Balaclavas and gear with utter professionalism.
A small nod was given to their CEO as they continued their rounds. They had been informed that a lot of the wares on the boat were valuable and as such Haru made sure to offer the appropriate amount of guards. Looking down from the railing she found herself sitting on she watched as the large ship distorted the water and made ripples in the waves. She would've enjoyed the glisten of the moon on the water also if the countless containers didn't block it at her angle.
"Just three more days and I'll be able to sleep on my bed again..."
@Saber
The more things change, the more they stay the same as they say. The location and choice of weapons were different, but ultimately he'd seen this situation a thousand times over. A powerful lord or noble needs some extra muscle so he hires mercenaries, the security firm he'd joined didn't use that term, but they still defended people for gold.