Unknown.

"Who is this?"

"Someone who wants you to do a job." The voice said from the other side.

"Sorry about your luck. I dont really do mercenary work at the moment. Call that old war horse Rogue."

"I dont like fixers. I can make the profit worth it. I know your family is in need of money."

"I dont like people digging into my personal life. So you can fuck off." Panam began hanging up.

"I will let you think for a second. This is good opportunity for a lot of eddies. Do you really want to pass this up?"

Panam growled. She needed the money but this felt a sorts of fucking wrong.