Seeing that back up had arrived, Harris had decided it would be best to simply stay down. He nodded to Killshot once he reached the car, and looked slightly disturbed by the giant reptile that came up beside him. The fighting went rather swiftly and intensely around him, so he kept his mouth shut so he wouldn't distract his "rescuers" from killing off the rest of these thugs. He slid his sleeve back, and began typing hastily away on a wrist mounted device while the others wrapped up the battle.
Winston ducked back into cover to reload his pistol and watched as the squad went about fulfilling their duties. The sight made him feel rather satisfied about choosing the right people. Of course, the whole job could be considered overkill, but it was being handled efficiently. Further down the street, the last red coated thug decided that this job wasn't worth doing and crawled slowly along the car until he was behind another building. Once out of the squad's clear line of sight, the man would break out into a dash and attempt to leave the 'warzone' behind him. Winston approached the VIP and the others by the van.
Harris was still busily typing away on his wrist-device, only looking up when he heard someone new approach him. "Mr. Valos," the VIP said as he picked himself up off the wet ground. "I see the planetary defense force decided to make their rounds this evening!" Harris smirked, glancing at the different members of the squad whom he could see. "As much as I wish I could get us to a decent bar for strippers and beer, i'm afraid i'm on a rather tight schedule, and.. well, we could probably do with someplace better than this world huh." Harris seemed rather cheery despite the recent attempt on his life.
"I believe credits will work just fine for us Harris." Winston replied, crossing his arms. "Though if you could manage to slip in some good drinks for my crew here i'm sure the would appreciate that too." Harris gave a pleasant nod to Winston. Suddenly the VIP's wrist device let out a beep, and Harris glanced down at the screen. "While you all were puttin' on a show, I managed to hack into one of their holopads in hopes of finding a little bit of information on my attempted murderers. This seemed a little too well thought out to just be a bunch of street thugs.." Harris said, glancing up for a moment and noticing the door to an abandoned looking building near by. He beckoned the others to follow him inside. "This'll probably be easier to read when i'm not getting drenched out here.."
Harris pushed the door open, his device lightly illuminating the space around him. Visibility was poor except near the windows, where street lights barely shown into the building. From the looks of it, this structure may have once been a diner. There were a small flight of stairs which lead up to the second story of the building, where the roof was broken in some areas, and allowing water to pour in. Harris sat down at one of the tables on the first floor away from the windows and wiped the water off of the device's screen. "Just give me a moment, this data a little bit encrypted, but nothing Uncle Harris can't fix.." The VIP said, who began working away at his device again.
Winston ducked back into cover to reload his pistol and watched as the squad went about fulfilling their duties. The sight made him feel rather satisfied about choosing the right people. Of course, the whole job could be considered overkill, but it was being handled efficiently. Further down the street, the last red coated thug decided that this job wasn't worth doing and crawled slowly along the car until he was behind another building. Once out of the squad's clear line of sight, the man would break out into a dash and attempt to leave the 'warzone' behind him. Winston approached the VIP and the others by the van.
Harris was still busily typing away on his wrist-device, only looking up when he heard someone new approach him. "Mr. Valos," the VIP said as he picked himself up off the wet ground. "I see the planetary defense force decided to make their rounds this evening!" Harris smirked, glancing at the different members of the squad whom he could see. "As much as I wish I could get us to a decent bar for strippers and beer, i'm afraid i'm on a rather tight schedule, and.. well, we could probably do with someplace better than this world huh." Harris seemed rather cheery despite the recent attempt on his life.
"I believe credits will work just fine for us Harris." Winston replied, crossing his arms. "Though if you could manage to slip in some good drinks for my crew here i'm sure the would appreciate that too." Harris gave a pleasant nod to Winston. Suddenly the VIP's wrist device let out a beep, and Harris glanced down at the screen. "While you all were puttin' on a show, I managed to hack into one of their holopads in hopes of finding a little bit of information on my attempted murderers. This seemed a little too well thought out to just be a bunch of street thugs.." Harris said, glancing up for a moment and noticing the door to an abandoned looking building near by. He beckoned the others to follow him inside. "This'll probably be easier to read when i'm not getting drenched out here.."
Harris pushed the door open, his device lightly illuminating the space around him. Visibility was poor except near the windows, where street lights barely shown into the building. From the looks of it, this structure may have once been a diner. There were a small flight of stairs which lead up to the second story of the building, where the roof was broken in some areas, and allowing water to pour in. Harris sat down at one of the tables on the first floor away from the windows and wiped the water off of the device's screen. "Just give me a moment, this data a little bit encrypted, but nothing Uncle Harris can't fix.." The VIP said, who began working away at his device again.