The boat was not one of those fiberglass consumer cruisers, it was a classic Norwegian fishing boat with a two cylinder diesel engine that didn't buzz... it pooted purposefully, pushing up and around the periphery of the fjord. The captain's name was Jan, pronounced almost like 'yawn', and when Stoney called him 'captain', Jan smiled broadly. "Understand it is American nice thing. I like, but am not captain. Just man and boat."Jan had been working with Uncle Lars for forty years. He understood. "Oh, thank you so much, Mark. I can't tell you how much I appreciate your help. I promise I won't be any more trouble."Over the last hour and a half of the drive, I heard the whole sordid story of a very bad marriage to a very abusive husband. An old story, I guess but never less tragic for its frequency. At her request, we stopped at a liquor store along the way and picked up a couple of canned cocktails. She finished the first one off almost immediately and offered me part of the second. Besides, the drops we are getting from the drakes will make for some awesome armor for both of us, once I get my privileges back.”With our plan in place, we set up our camp for later in the evening and headed west from the camp to try and get a few more kills. That gave us roughly eight hours of fighting to get out of the way, but the upside was that we knew where the mobs were most of the time and could attack at our leisure. We concentrated on the drakes, as they were the closest to the. "Conrad quickly did the math and saw that he was getting a good deal. He nodded, and said, "I can live with that," hoping his words would prove prophetic, and that he would walk out of the cartel head intact."Good!" Larios boomed, "Let us celebrate our business dealing with a few drinks and dinner."Conrad found the food to be surprisingly good, and had several more drinks. Eventually, Larios sat down next to him. "We talk some more, eh?" Of course," Gentner replied."You work for, or with, Klass.