In the darkest depths of space, there are certain people who do the dirty work. Killers who not only take pleasure in their work but take a large sum of credits for doing so. These people are referred to as Mercenaries, however, one particular mercenary named Ashton Gordenza struck fear into even the most experienced U.S.F. officer. Unfortunately, for both you and the United Space Federation, it came time to purchase his service. You were assigned to be the U.S.F. liaison, otherwise known as his babysitter

You sat in the grimy outer planetary bar, waiting for Ashton to enter and give the code phrase. Places like this would tear a U.S.F. officer like yourself to shreds if you weren't in disguise. The thought made you instinctively lay a hand on your plaster pistol on your hip. Then, you heard a gruff voice whisper the following into your ear

"Wolf."

Ashton sat on the stool next to you, ordering a drink while awaiting your countersign Response: Sheep