Jurgen flipped off the blank screen. That man was crazy. And also kind of an asshole. He grumbled to himself, and then shrugged when Eve made a statement about how helpful the man had been. And then, before he could ask, she told him what the governing laws were. That was nice. He smiled appreciatively at her promptness. "That sounds pretty reasonable. It would really suck if you ran off..." he mused. "Good to know you're going to stick around..." he nodded to himself as he got up off the couch, supposing he should get ready to go out. The android seemed to sense that too, as she asked if the plan would be the same. "You got it." the cyborg agreed. "Let's go make some money." Jurgen didn't sound too enthusiastic, but money was money, so he wasn't going to argue.

Not wanting to waste more time, the man grabbed what he figured he would need to get the job done, and then put his boots on, "You have access to the 'Net right?" he asked his robot, hoping the answer was a yes. If she could get on there, he wouldn't need to stop somewhere and jack into a terminal to try and find the guy they were supposed to whack. That would make this job a lot easier. A lot easier, in fact. So much easier, that Eve would probably get irritated at all the time he'd have her spending hooked up to the 'Net. He'd save that for later, though, right now he was focused on the directions he'd been given. He needed to find this place and get himself a gun. But what kind of gun did he want? That was another important question. He'd need to know something like that, as the last thing he needed was a pushy salesman getting in his face. The cyborg figured he could manage though, and made sure Eve was good to go before heading out the door...