[oh, Tonic doesn't mind. he had some doubts before, but now that Tek has murdered someone right in front of him, Tonic doesn't feel like he needs to pretend that he isn't a spy as much anymore.]

Tom Relik, of the Red Scale order, assigned to assassination of Renea Goldbren by... Sundown, four days. Hah.

[he lets the paper roll back up into its tight little spiral, setting it and the rest of the device on the table.]

Looks like someone's going to miss his deadline... But this isn't a hit ordered on me, which is the important part.

[with that said, he now finds it an acceptable time to move away from Tek and finally work on taking off his lovely black dress.]