"I'll see about arranging for you an intact spawner. They can't be moved until they're destroyed, though. So you'd have to have access to one still activated. All of our research-" and Hannibal Chau was a man that would do plenty of research "-indicates that if you light the areas around a spawner you can create a safety zone where skeletons won't appear, or anything that crawls out of the dark here. As long as it stays lit and the area is properly protected and closed off. You wouldn't want anything wandering up behind you."

But this will require Narvin to engage with the Blood Pack, and he wasn't going to guarantee his safety if he pissed them off. Chau knew when to treat violent souls with respect. He had been to prison.

"I don't care about virtuous. I care about whatever causes not being on this planet when you go through with them. You make mistakes, you threaten the quarantine. And Gallifreyan or not, I don't trust you or anyone else not to make mistakes playing around with something like this. Learn what you can but don't fuck it up here." He didn't even know Narvin's capacity for messing things up, but he did know this was volatile technology.

"As for the nickname? I call people whatever I damn well please. Don't think you're stuck with the one." He didn't earn his rank for nothing. He might have smiled at Narvin earlier, but the nod and smile he gave the waiter was tight-lipped to hide his golden teeth.