Jacque's eyes narrowed in thought as he listened to what the two men had to say. For a moment he remained still and silent as the gears in his head roared to life yet again. Both of the men acted as though they truly did belong here for one reason or another, and neither seemed as though they were ready to be the first one to take a shot. A lightbulb went off inside Jacque's head as an idea hit him. The smuggler let out a long and drawn out sigh and lowered his weapon, "[b]We're going somewhere safe, I know a spot that'll let us lay low until the heat dies down a bit.[/b]" he explained before nodding to Sol'id, "[b]I'll let you get back to your job in the cargo hold, but in the mean time i'm going to get ahold of your boss to have a little chat with him. Also, from this point on you're to have one of the crew at your side at all times.[/b]". Jacque's head snapped to Gavon, "[b]You'll take the first shift, he does something out of the ordinary shoot him[/b]" he explained in the sort of tone that left no room for rebuttal. 

Jacque hoped that the men would go along with his wishes, namely because he really wanted nothing more than to go and grill Kruss about the two unknown parties on his vessel. Should the neimodian show no signs of prior knowledge then Jacque's decision would be a simple one: He'd blow them both out of the cargo hold and wash his hands of this mess. The sound of a somewhat panicky sounding Fixer was cause for a small startle which sent Jacque fumbling for his comm. He opened his mouth to speak only to be cut off by a now much calmer sounding Fixer's inquiry about the [i]Milano[/i]'s next destination, "[b]I'll be up shortly Fixer, just keep us as we are.[/b]". 

With that bit of business squared away Jacque glanced back to the pair of gun toting men and make a half hearted gesture in the direction of the cargo bay entrance, "[b]Gentlemen.[/b]".