Re: Destination: Outpost
"I'd offer to go with the Count, too, as another Armsman," Jones chimed in. "If Kaengarr goes, though, that's probably enough. I don't see enough lawlessness here to warrant two of us. But Darrel's a count; it's one of his rights as a noble to have armed guards even if he himself can't carry a weapon."
His public identity as Gregory Jones had been as blocked as the rest of the crew, but he had more than one identity. He hadn't informed the others because it was part of his operating mandate not to divulge that sort of thing. Besides, it hadn't really been needed. And, as it turned out, it was a personal problem of the Count... which needed resolved.
He wasn't sure he'd have been able to do much anyhow.
He'd gotten access to the local grid, even delved into the Dark Net a bit. There wasn't much there on a world this small. Other than the usual petty stuff, Outpost was outright boring. The Baroness had made it a bit interesting.
"And just so you're clear on this, Sharik, you may pose as his PA, but no one in their right mind is going to think you aren't a personal bodyguard as well. You may look demure to the yokels, but anyone in the biz is going to assume you are a small package of dynamite, so you'll be as much a target as Kaengarr. Just saying."