Winston gave pleased nod in response to Nadia's statement. [color=f7941d]"Thank you Nadia. See what I mean Mister?"[/color] He said, glancing back over at Sulla. Just then, Winston heard a deep, low growl come from something near the entrance to the bar. He looked up, seeing another feminine figure make her way towards table to take a seat followed by a large beast. [color=f7941d]"Claire, excellent timing. Don't worry about the folks around here. I think they know better than to bother a group of folks like us."[/color] Another droid walked through the door, making his way towards the table of mercenaries. [color=f7941d]"And R0807 another useful member to the team. My it looks like the gang is coming together quite nicely."[/color] Winston pulled the PDA out of his pocket and placed it on the table, the screen lighting up as it was activated once more. [color=f7941d]"Now, I think we have a couple more people we're waitin' on.."[/color]

	Winston picked up his PDA, the screen lighting up is face. He stroked his beard with his free hand as he navigated the menus with his thumb. The screen displayed primarily maps of the city, which would get cycled over to a menu with Serena News articles. Winston seemed to be intently looking over the information as he analyzed the articles. Nothing seemed to him like anything necessarily important to mention to the others at the moment. He hadn't noticed the cold blooded mercenaries had arrived until he heard Eloln introduce himself. Glancing up from his PDA, Winston smiled at the small lizard and his companion. [color=f7941d]"Ah Eloln and Copperhead! An interesting pair of killers that'll fit in just well for the operation."[/color] Winston said as he shook Eloln's hand. Following close behind the two was another human. "Killshot, another man who's good with a gun. I think that's just about everyone."

	Winston slid his PDA back in his pocket and looked over the team he had assembled. They were some mighty fine troops, but he was no general. To be frank, the man couldn't see himself being much of a leader. Usually taking orders rather than giving them, he never did see himself coming close to any position of command, but here he was now. A small group of individuals looking to make some money out of a possibly bad scenario. Winston nodded in approval to his crew. [color=f7941d]"Now I hope you don't mind.. but I took the liberty of getting us a job. Now now.. nothing too bad, and probably simple by your standards. Now it'll either go smooth and easy, and we'll all earn some easy money, or things will go bad and i'll get to see how you all handle under stress,"[/color] the man stated, glancing from each individual to the next. [color=f7941d]"And then we get paid."[/color]

	There came a ringing from his earpiece, and Winston lifted a finger as if to signal the others to hush. With a press of a button on his earpiece, the man accepted the call. [color=f7941d]"Ah Harris.. we were just tal-"[/color] Winston's expression took that of someone who was troubled for a moment as he listened to the man. [color=f7941d]"Right now? Damn.. try not to get your head blown off. We're on our way."[/color] The call ended, and he looked up at the others around him at the table. [color=f7941d]"Showtime."[/color] He signaled to the others to stand up and pointed towards the door.