Shade nodded in agreement with Val's words. A new crime lord always needed more people on his staff. People who produced favorable results continually. Hence, the prosperity he enjoyed as an assassin. There were always people looking to hire experience, reliable experience, on the high payroll. Shade activated his armor's recording software as Val leaned in close, some sixth sense telling him the warg was about to share something important. Sixth sense was right, enabling Shade to capture Val's distrust of his own in video. As with everything, the video was filed and catalogued for future reference. With that, Shade turned to leave.
Three days later, an elite operative came to Val, a picture in hand. It had been taken during routine surveillance on the city center. There were twelve official city districts, each with a corrosponding crime lord. The darkroom council had long ago decreed the city center as neutral, free ground. Rumor had it that it was actually the domain of a thirteenth crime lord, the one who arranged for the council meetings and oversaw them. The Prime, it was speculated, probably dealt in information, all kinds of it.