Quintus eyes flicker between Cho-Tyrek and the Ur-bot. He did not like complications, and the questionable relationship between the two was a curiosity he wasn't interested in. However, it seemed like the Ur-bot was out for the count now, and since it was already too damaged to go anywhere, he slung his pack onto the ground and quickly stuffed the thing into his pack, shoving it before zipping it back up. The muscled mercenary slung it back over his shoulders and approached Cho. 

"Sure, pal. I'll let you go," He said, menace in his voice. Quintus reached down and gripped the man by his unbroken arm, lifting him up and holding him at arm's length with one hand. "Right after we collect. Seems only fair after all the trouble you've caused." 

He felt the heat on his back, and glanced back once again at the burning truck. They needed to get the cog out of the clock, so to speak. He motioned for Molly to head over to his position, mostly because it was out of the soon-to-be explosion's blast radius, but also to speak. "Let's get out of here. Hey Mal, if I find you a car, can you drive it without having it catch on fire? Or get caught by the lawful authorities? Tall order, I know."  

He scanned the street and the accompanying parking lots, looking for a vehicle that could fit five people and some equipment. It didn't have to be comfortable, just workable. 


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Quintus studies and rolls a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/28773]Roll a 4, 1[/url]
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