Chryse, mostly. The city not too far from here. And the people who live there could hire us.

[ Their clients were mostly rich people with fingers stuck into one too many shady pockets — what better way to protect their hides than to put kids who needed the cash in between them and their problems. Problems usually seeing reparation or blood. Still, Mikazuki looks on at the initial form of that compound, the tarmacs and red-streaked exterior rising into the Martian horizon.

Then his attention drifts farther out, to those deserts. ]

More than once. There's a lot of bodies buried out there. Though, I guess you could say it's the same for us.

[ He's buried both friends and enemies. ]