The acrid smell of smoke lingered in the little shuttle. Zaeed sat back as he slowly pulled the cigarette from between his lips. Usually, he’d smoke better stuff -- finer cigars. This wasn’t really the time to relax that much, though. Just a quick smoke before work.

He sat back, tapping the ash between his legs. A few other bounty hunters sat in the shuttle, but he paid them no mind. He was never a social creature. Besides, he’d likely never see these folks again. He didn’t need to know them. He took another slow drag from the glinting cigarette.

This would be a quick job; he was sure of it. He just wanted to get his credits and get out. Plus, hurting those assholes at Cerberus would be well worth a nice fight.