Zoltan Orpheus stood in the doorway of his office, scratching his thick moustache. He was musing over the task he'd been given, by the son of an old acquaintance. He lifted the letter in his hand, letting excerpts jump out at him.

"...unfinished business, I'll be off handling stuff for a while. Dunno how long though..."

"...heard Pops talk about you and your skillful mechanical work. Dunno if I believe him, given you were a cushy officer and all, but..."

"...a list of the surprises, watch out for them. When I get back, I expect to see the place running as smoothly as ever..."

Zoltan smiled thinly, thinking it over. He was old now, pushing eighty three. In his old age he had nothing to do, having retired from the military long before, and he'd always been a loner. Helping his friend's son seemed like a good way to spend some time of his twilight years.

Walking over to the desk in the office, Zoltan quickly ran through all the check points on the list he'd been given. It seemed like a simple enough task to run the place. He felt confident in his repair and maintenence skills, and he'd be making some money from this too. Any money earnt would go to his bank account, except for a 10% slice that would go into Vincent's account. In the letter, Vincent had called this rate the 'rental fee' for the yard.

Stretching, Zoltan wandered over to the locker and opened it, his eyes settling on a powerful shotgun. He grinned, closing the locker again,a nd settled into the chair beside the desk with a good book. He pressed the little button that lit up a sign out front, stating 'OPEN FOR BUSINESS'.