[i]Surface[/i]
Gravedigger's communicator spring to life, buzzing with vibration and loudly blaring an Aethersperm song. Keeping the NSP pointed at Bors, he used his other hand to take the call.
"Outland Assassination, Grave Digger speaking...yeah. Uh huh. Well, I got one of them in custody at gunpoint...okay? Ha! Alright. If that's what you want. And the payment? Okay. Okay. I'll let him know. Yeah, thanks."
Gravedigger put up his communicator. "That was my client's dad. He says the hit on you is cancelled. Apparently your captain called him and talked it out and is paying us off. Looks like it's your lucky day. You're free to go. No hard feelings. So that's it, I guess. Forgive me if I don't hand you back your sidearm with the mag in it."
Making sure the NSP was relieved of its energy supply, the assassin tossed the pistol back to Bors and began to head off towards one of the shanty towns in the distance.