Adrian didn't deign to reply to the Capybara's question, so Silverwind quickly leapt in and carried on talking, his fake accent more than passable.
"Sorry, he has trouble understanding the language sometime. We want to head on into Landren, try and meet up with friends. Same destination as them; was a small group, about five or six, yes?"
The Capybara's eyes narrowed and he tapped one foot before nodding and beginning to sort through the files, bending over the desk. He started to speak as he turned his back to them.
"So, you're following up your friends. It's good that you came here to get your ID's-"
He turned around with a snub-nosed automatic pistol in one hand.
"-Considering they were here earlier today, and didn't mention a thing about you either time. I'm sure they'll be interested in who you are and why you're following them, though. Client confidentiality is one of my major concerns," he said with a frown, and a slight grin. He kept his eyes on them as he stepped sideways to a wall-mounted data-slate and then pressed the surface, holograms springing to life from it as he began to call.
"Bugger," muttered Silverwind, looking sideways to Adrian.
***
In the marketplace, the northener was obviously engaged in quite the heated discussion with the market-stall owner. Numbers and values flew back-and-forth between the stall owner and the burly vulpine - who, this close up, could be seen to have gold-flecked eyes, and a rugged, hardened appearance. His clothing was also decidedly practical, outdoors-ey and not unlike unmarked military clothing.
The stall owner eventually gave a final amount and folded his arms, a large rhino behind him standing up as the Llama who ran the stall folded his arms. With an irritable growl and a narrowing of his eyes, the Vulpine withdrew an older-standard Northern PADD from his belt and tapped icons that shimmered to life, depositing currency to the stall-owner who immediately became a beaming picture of light, laughter and good humour to the still-irritated vulpine. The rhino immediately began shifting GEAR parts onto a trolley; actuators, servo-motors, and a small variety of electronics.
For Esailia's part, it didn't take long before a small gaggle of street-kids of various species, all full of energy and daring, cocky expressions and smiles began to circle around her, either calling for hand-outs, or running up to her and asking child-like questions. Others offered to sell her things or guide her places - and to anyone with experience of such things it was all an obvious smoke-screen for picking her pocket and getting her coins. Especially if the slightly more legit approach didn't work first.
***
In the bar, the bear grunted an acknowledgement to Mike/Mitch, tapping the order through on a PADD mounted to the bar on the serving side, and giving Mike the price. He set the beers, cool and sparkling and with just the right amount of head, down on the counter top in two gleaming glasses, before looking to the Mink, who shrugged. He did the same and added her tab - minimal as it was - to their bill, before going back to his duties.
She turned to the pair, having got her attention, as Aiden spoke up.
"You've got LDF coming to Martenstown, they'll arrive in approx. two hours and they're ready to sweep. Don't ask who we are, just know we're here on the behalf of a partner interested in your "cargo's" security. Look, we don't have time for doubts and suspicions, by the time you contact boss and play stupid with us, you'll have a couple o'cruisers rake the city for 'em. I can give you the cruiser locations, that and the escape vehicles. We keep playing dumb for now, eat, drink, then we roll. We get out, you follow us, I'll mark everything on your PADD and we leave the city stat."
Her pretty eyes widened as Aiden spoke up, and her face was a mask of confusion and bewilderment for a moment, before the pair moved away.
It wasn't until a few moments later - during which she was again, though more furtively this time and with many pauses, playing with her PADD again - that she approached the pair, her PADD in it's holster on her belt and her expression firm as she leaned in close to them, her palms flat on the table.
"I know you're bluffing," she said as she leant in close to the table, speaking in a whisper loud enough to reach their ears, but not so much that the other patrons would hear. "But I don't know who you are, exactly, or what you want with me or Martenstown. I'm interested though. Meet me outside, the park two blocks down the street in twenty minutes. And if you think it's a trap... well I'm on my own, and there are two of you. And it's a public place across the street from the Police station".
She leant back without waiting for an answer, and moved swiftly out of the bar without a look back, leaving the pair to mull over their responses.
"Sorry, he has trouble understanding the language sometime. We want to head on into Landren, try and meet up with friends. Same destination as them; was a small group, about five or six, yes?"
The Capybara's eyes narrowed and he tapped one foot before nodding and beginning to sort through the files, bending over the desk. He started to speak as he turned his back to them.
"So, you're following up your friends. It's good that you came here to get your ID's-"
He turned around with a snub-nosed automatic pistol in one hand.
"-Considering they were here earlier today, and didn't mention a thing about you either time. I'm sure they'll be interested in who you are and why you're following them, though. Client confidentiality is one of my major concerns," he said with a frown, and a slight grin. He kept his eyes on them as he stepped sideways to a wall-mounted data-slate and then pressed the surface, holograms springing to life from it as he began to call.
"Bugger," muttered Silverwind, looking sideways to Adrian.
***
In the marketplace, the northener was obviously engaged in quite the heated discussion with the market-stall owner. Numbers and values flew back-and-forth between the stall owner and the burly vulpine - who, this close up, could be seen to have gold-flecked eyes, and a rugged, hardened appearance. His clothing was also decidedly practical, outdoors-ey and not unlike unmarked military clothing.
The stall owner eventually gave a final amount and folded his arms, a large rhino behind him standing up as the Llama who ran the stall folded his arms. With an irritable growl and a narrowing of his eyes, the Vulpine withdrew an older-standard Northern PADD from his belt and tapped icons that shimmered to life, depositing currency to the stall-owner who immediately became a beaming picture of light, laughter and good humour to the still-irritated vulpine. The rhino immediately began shifting GEAR parts onto a trolley; actuators, servo-motors, and a small variety of electronics.
For Esailia's part, it didn't take long before a small gaggle of street-kids of various species, all full of energy and daring, cocky expressions and smiles began to circle around her, either calling for hand-outs, or running up to her and asking child-like questions. Others offered to sell her things or guide her places - and to anyone with experience of such things it was all an obvious smoke-screen for picking her pocket and getting her coins. Especially if the slightly more legit approach didn't work first.
***
In the bar, the bear grunted an acknowledgement to Mike/Mitch, tapping the order through on a PADD mounted to the bar on the serving side, and giving Mike the price. He set the beers, cool and sparkling and with just the right amount of head, down on the counter top in two gleaming glasses, before looking to the Mink, who shrugged. He did the same and added her tab - minimal as it was - to their bill, before going back to his duties.
She turned to the pair, having got her attention, as Aiden spoke up.
"You've got LDF coming to Martenstown, they'll arrive in approx. two hours and they're ready to sweep. Don't ask who we are, just know we're here on the behalf of a partner interested in your "cargo's" security. Look, we don't have time for doubts and suspicions, by the time you contact boss and play stupid with us, you'll have a couple o'cruisers rake the city for 'em. I can give you the cruiser locations, that and the escape vehicles. We keep playing dumb for now, eat, drink, then we roll. We get out, you follow us, I'll mark everything on your PADD and we leave the city stat."
Her pretty eyes widened as Aiden spoke up, and her face was a mask of confusion and bewilderment for a moment, before the pair moved away.
It wasn't until a few moments later - during which she was again, though more furtively this time and with many pauses, playing with her PADD again - that she approached the pair, her PADD in it's holster on her belt and her expression firm as she leaned in close to them, her palms flat on the table.
"I know you're bluffing," she said as she leant in close to the table, speaking in a whisper loud enough to reach their ears, but not so much that the other patrons would hear. "But I don't know who you are, exactly, or what you want with me or Martenstown. I'm interested though. Meet me outside, the park two blocks down the street in twenty minutes. And if you think it's a trap... well I'm on my own, and there are two of you. And it's a public place across the street from the Police station".
She leant back without waiting for an answer, and moved swiftly out of the bar without a look back, leaving the pair to mull over their responses.