shipped into Hope. The Mennites refuse to do anything about it because of a philosophy of pacifism and just last week — Patricia, this is yours to tell.”

“An entire squad of my men were killed, along with a damn good Sergeant. They were escorting a petroleum shipment en route to our generating station north of town. Families are grieving. We think it was the same group.”

Wentworth nodded, “I’m sorry to hear that. But why don’t you take care of them yourselves? I’ve seen the Constabulary around town; you’re well-armed, and it looks like there are enough of you.”

She shook her head, “The problem is the Mennites. They follow an old mysticism where they’re not allowed to respond to violence. ‘Turning the other cheek’ I think they call it. They view this Situation as a test from their god, some sort of trial. The idea’s gained momentum to the point where they won’t let us intervene.” She clenched her jaw. “If my Constabulary were to take action against these… individuals, in anything other than self-defence, they’ve threatened to cut off food supplies all together.”

Wentworth raised his eyebrows, “I thought you said they were against violence?”

She snorted, “I guess their god doesn’t mind them killing innocent people as much as it minds them killing criminal scum.”

“Patricia; we’re all upset by the loss of life. Nobody’s happy that the Mennites are being so… unreasonable. But that is the situation we have to deal with.” He turned to Wentworth. “You can see that our hands are tied, but a free agent might be able to… ‘resolve’ things. So what do you think, Mister Wentworth?”

“Just Wentworth.” He ran his tongue over his teeth, and thought for a second, “So you want us to take out these bandits for you. Alright, I have two questions: first of all, how many of them are there? There are only two of us. And second, what’s the pay? Despite what you may have heard, we don’t work for free; that was a special situation.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” the Mayor nodded, “There’s about twenty or thirty of them we believe. That’s about what you dealt with last time, wasn’t it?” Wentworth nodded, amazed that this man thought that thirty was a reasonable number of bandits for him to deal with. The Mayor took a piece of paper and wrote a price on it. “We hope that you’ll find this to be an acceptable amount. There will, of course, be a more thorough briefing if you choose to accept the commission.” It was nearly double the figure Vince had mentioned last night. Despite his better nature, Wentworth’s heart started beating faster and his brow got sweaty. It was a lot of money.

After looking at the paper he nodded, “All I can say right now is a maybe. That I’m considering it. It’s a probable maybe, but I need to speak with Raxx about this first. I’ll try to get back to you within the day, or tomorrow at the latest. Okay?”

The Mayor smiled, relief showing on his face, “That will be fine, of course you’ll want to talk it over, we didn’t expect you to make a decision on the spot. But please, if you decide you’re not interested in the offer come and see us to tell us that, because then we’ll need to find some other solution.”

Wentworth agreed to that and stood up. The Mayor insisted on shaking hands, and the Captain joined him this time. Her grip was firm.

Patricia waited until he’d left, then turned to the Mayor, abandoning her formal pose. “I still don’t like it, sir, dealing with mercs. Especially with that guy’s rep. Vince is the only one who’s said anything remotely positive about him.”

“You vetted him.”

“Yes sir. I hope I didn’t make a mistake… but I’ve seen some things, too.”

Talbot raised an eyebrow, causing her to break out in a dark blush.

“I don’t know why I let him get under my skin like that.”

Talbot smiled wryly, “That’s fine, Captain, You’re not here for your passivity. Just remember what I said, even if the worst rumours about him are true it’s better to have him on our side than anywhere else. Hopefully our impressions just now weren’t mistaken. If these two don’t take on the bounty I don’t know what we’ll do. Sending the Constabulary against Slayer and his men the way you wanted to would just make the situation worse than it already is.”

“Well, sir, I guess we’ll see.”

* * *

As Wentworth stepped out into the plaza a ray of sunshine peeked out behind the clouds. It was still muggy, but the light managed to bring some cheer to the square. He had no idea where Raxx might be so he decided to get a cup of coffee and a snack from one of the vendors. He felt good. He had a mission. The money problem had been pushed to the back of his mind.

After getting his drink and adding condiments to the hotdog he settled into people-watching. There was less traffic than the day before, but the local children were dauntless. A game of kickball was being played in the north side of the plaza. Running and jumping along with the children he saw Raxx, the man had a maniacal grin on his face. He stopped to watch from a distance while he ate his dog.

Raxx’s height made him lope about like an ape, and he was playing the fool for the children’s amusement. He chased the ball with a wide gait, arms outstretched. When he got to it he picked it up, looked both ways, and then bounced it off of his forehead to the other team. As he stood there Wentworth noticed a couple of women standing to the side, watching the man’s antics. They were smiling and whispering back and forth to one another. When he turned his attention back to Raxx the man was now chasing some of children, arms outstretched, letting out a growl. When he stopped chasing them the children remustered and started running back towards him. Raxx let out a shriek, and started running away. Wentworth burst out in laughter.

Eventually Raxx disengaged from the children who went back to their ball game, and the two women who’d been watching moved over to speak to him. Wentworth turned away, towards the market stalls.

Idly he browsed the booths, not really interested in produce or knick-knacks. He was slowly going around when something caught his eye at a florist’s cart.

“Hello sir,” said the fifteen year old almond-eyed girl working the cart, “Would you like to buy some of our pretty flowers?”

“This one right here… what do you call it?”

“That’s a twice-kissed rose,” the flower he was pointing at was clearly related to the standard rose, deep red in colour and symmetrical, but where the stamen and pistils should be was another stem leading up to a second, slightly smaller, flower. “They’re Hope’s official flower — you won’t find them anywhere else! They’re for when you feel a very deep love of somebody!…would you like a bouquet sir?”

“Just the one, if that’s all right. Mind if I ask how it germinates? The top flower doesn’t look to be fully mature.”

The girl shook her head from side to side, “No, these flowers can’t germinate, they’re very special,” she began to package a single rose for him, “My family, we grow these flowers from cuttings. Maybe you’ll see other flowers like this growing wild, but they’re not as perfect all around and beautiful as this one, see?” She demonstrated the petals. “Here you go! Enjoy!”

A short time later Raxx found Wentworth sitting on the same bench they’d been at the day before, examining the flower he’d bought, and wondering at the hidden dampness in the girl’s eyes.

“Hey man.”

“Hey. Got some admirers?”

“What? Oh, heh, I guess so. Their names are Sherry and Michelle. What’s with the flower?”

He handed it over, “Check this out; instead of sex organs another rose is growing out of it. Apparently they grow it from cuttings of the original plant, since it can’t reproduce. I’m not sure if it’s horrible or beautiful. Both, maybe.”

“Huh. Neat.” He sat down, idly examining the flower. Its mutation didn’t seem to interest him.

“So I had an interesting offer today that I need to tell you about.” Wentworth explained to Raxx his encounter with the Mayor and the Captain, and the details surrounding the bandits. “I told them that I need to talk to you before I could give them an answer. So? What do you think?”

“Hmm,” he rubbed his goatee, “Why don’t you tell me what you think first?”

“Well, first of all I won’t do it if you’re not up for it. Having backup doesn’t double your chances, it squares them. On my own it would be a no-go, but with you I think we might make out alright, after we got more details, of course. You did well at Blackstock. You took to it naturally.”

He shrugged, “It’s all pretty basic stuff, really.”

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