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Given the actions shrouding the swordsman and with his return to the South Blue where he had established his organization, Ondori and those within his company were highly sought after. May they work as mercenaries in his conglomerate, as craftsman that sold arms and goods, or simply had services to offer people like navigation jobs. His wounds from his battle on Ohara having healed, Ondori was eager to get back into the swing of things and with him coming straight from an appointment with a client on Minion Island in the North Blue, he was quite restless and anxious to get started. This was originally a job he had assigned to one of his other associates, but with Nobles and big money being on the table, he saw this as a high profile and high pay-out job.
While he really didn't seem the type, Ondori was actually quite professional. He may seem disconnected in meetings and untethered when fighting and spitting curses out his mouth, but he always had a genuine concern for his clients satisfaction and never lost sight of that no matter how young and wild he may seem.
"You heading out on that job for the Nobles?" Ondori had been coup'd up in his room aboard the ship for majority of the day, unknown to Bato he had been prepping for tonight.
"Yeah, I'm taking a few guys with me too." Walking down the plank of his docked shipped he had five of his associates on standby.
"You can't always trust these Nobles to hire people who can get things done." Bato nodded and went about his business. Out of the five with Ondori three had an aptitude with firearms, something he had never been keen with and the other two were better with their hands, another style of fighting he lacked in. As they followed behind him he patted himself down until he heard a piece of paper ruffle.
"Almost thought I lost it." He muttered to himself before reading over the letter. The others were talking amongst themselves as he scanned over the letter and halfway through lost interest and figured he'd be briefed with the others called in when they were all together. All he remembered from the message was that the seal on the parchment would be his ticket into the estate.
After a bit of walking he and the others stopped a ways away as they came upon the establishment and saw a woman walking in through the gates ahead of him. She was met with hostility to which she didn't bat an eye at and was free to go. He didn't mind the guard's behavior as much as it did peak his interest and open his mind up to be more optimistic about the job.
"Wonder who she is." Maybe these Nobles weren't screw ups and he'd meet a few like minded people that were actually capable of carrying their own weight. It wasn't impossible after all. Approaching the gate, he already had the paper in hand ready to present it. Rifle barrels raised at Ondori's party he sighed. One of the men standing guard stepped up and took the paper from him for barely more than a second before returning it to his hand. Walking forward as he folded the paper, the other five began to walk as well, but were held up.
"One paper, one person." Ondori turned back and tried to reason with the man.
"But they're wit-" "One paper, one person. They can wait outside." Scrunching his lips to the side he raised his shoulders and tilted his head to the side.
"Hopefully this doesn't drag on forever. Sorry guys." Not caring enough to give the guards a hard time about it, Ondori proceeded and his associates waited outside loitering and shooting the crap while their boss now had more of a reason to stay awake during the meeting.