Chapter 4-6
“Let’s throw it back to Mr. Kalmár for one final question, y’all. Mr. Kalmár, is there any truth to the rumor that your family is involved with organized crime, specifically that you run one of the Syndicates?”
“I’m afraid that’s merely slander from those jealous of our success, Mr. Kerner. Why, if we were involved, it would surely be spelled Syndi-kate, no?” (laughs loudly by himself)
“That’s all we have time for today, thanks for coming on the show Mr. Kalmár! Time to get back to the tunes! We’ll let it rip with a soon-to-be-classic, Rise and Roar!”
- DJ Demophon Kerner, with guest Konrád Kalmár on K-RAD LA, April 5th, System Year 453
“Hmm, this town is small enough that they might not even have a barbershop, and if they do, it’s probably closed. But I think we can find someone who can help at least clean it up…”
Once Zaire and Raylan returned, in their regular clothes and looking noticeably cleaner, we explored the rest of the building, but Keys and his squad were gone. Block led us out into the small square, where we found a few soldiers we hadn’t met before doing basic weapons drills under the watchful eyes of Captain Rivers and another, younger, woman.
“Captain,” Block greeted Rivers with a sketched salute, "perhaps you can help me out here. Is there someone in your detachment that cuts hair? Who might be able to, ah, help with this?” He gestured to my hair and I definitely didn’t stick out my tongue at him in response.
“PFC Kane is who you’re looking for, I understand he’s feeling much better and probably itching for something to do. You can find him on the 2nd floor, last room on the right.” Rivers pointed at the building behind her, across from the one we were staying in.
Kane turned out to be wiry and tall, with crimson hair neatly cut to regulation length, and oddly intense matching eyes. He was wearing Army fatigues. Identify.