[color=steelblue] "Yeah, I'm here for a job," [/color] Dallen told Rickman.  He looked behind himself down the empty hall, then back to Rickman, realizing the hall was empty behind him as well.  He was thinking about talking to him first, maybe find out why he had a hit him.  That's what he would have done just a day or two ago, but he was growing impatient.  As Rickman began speaking on how the place wasn't hiring, Dallen started to undo his tie.  [color=steelblue] "A different kind of job..."[/color]

He lunged forward and behind Rickman, quickly squeezing his tie tight around Rickman's neck.  Kicking out one of the man's knees, Dallen was easily able to get him to the floor where he used both hands to strangle the man, with his tie.  Rickman's face turned beat red as he struggled for air, but Dallen already had him pinned downed flat.  A few seconds later, he went limp.

Dallen sat back up, put his tie back on, then dragged Rickman into the nearest closet.  He dropped him in a corner of the small room, realizing now that there was blood.  Rickman had a small knife in one of his palms, blood at the tip.  Dallen then felt the sharpness of the pain, looking down at himself.  Rickman stabbed him while he was being strangled.  It was thankfully a minor wound, barely getting through the skin under his ribs.  Just a scratch, but it messed up his white collar shirt regardless.  Dallen felt slightly mad that the asshole had the nerve to stab him while he was choking him to death.  He knelt down, picked up Rickman's small knife, then jammed it through the man's temple until the end of the handle could barely be seen.  His knees cracked as he stood up again.  It would probably be about thirty to forty minutes until any clean up employees stumbled in here, he figured.  If any would even notice at all.  Plenty of time to finally eat.  

He made his way back down the hall and over to Anneliese, taking back his seat and stuffing his face with the sweetroll that was in front of him.  When he was finished, which didn't take very long at all, he cleared his throat and looked back at the dweller.  

[color=steelblue] "...good," [/color] he said, continuing what he could remember of how he left the conversation.  [color=steelblue] "We should, uh," [/color] He paused a moment to stuff a few napkins into his inner jacket.  [color=steelblue] "Get started on that soon.  I have a few errands I need to run, you can come with me if you like.  Shouldn't take long.  Or, we can meet again somewhere.  Nice weapon, by the way." [/color]  He took the moment to admire the look of it, the image of Teresa's head blowing up suddenly coming to mind. 

He finished off his coffee.  [color=steelblue] "Listen, this probably goes without saying," [/color] he started, taking out a cigarette and pausing to light it up.  [color=steelblue] "Where we're going, there might be...people, after us.  It'll be dangerous.  I don't know who might be after this.  We just stay low, we should be fine.  No one is looking for us yet." [/color]