Mutually Beneficial
Jason was growing more and more accustomed to meetings with various business partners of the syndicate... or hopeful members. It was a little different meeting one as connected as Blue Beetle, with a host of aliens at his command. Thus far, they had made no strikes against syndicate territory, but there was no telling how long the truce would last so someone needed to secure it.
Which was why he was meeting on their territory, in one of their ships, sat at a table after all of his weapons had been taken at the door. Being unarmed made him more uncomfortable than almost anything else. But all he could do was sit and wait for the man to make an appearance. Or maybeĀ āmanā wasnāt the right word. Whatever he was, Jason was counting the seconds in his head until he made an appearance.Ā
