Colin and Hound made it out of Nova, and tried to get as much distance as they could from the Sykrott. Dammit, I'm an Engineer not an Assassin. As the two turned the corner, a lithe, androgynous figure, beckoned them into a storefront, a glimmer of gunmetal in its unwaving hand. Colin's spun on the spot to see if the figure was summoning someone else, as he was sure it was. His eyes darted up to the storefront sign, "Valentine Armaments".
Hound waited beside him, growing impatient. Was he going to lunge onto this Sykrott when he rounded the corner, or were they heading into this den? Colin chose the latter, much to Hound's chagrin.
The customer bell chimed as Colin held the door open and clicked his tongue twice for Hound to enter. He took his leather aviator cap off and slicked back his sweat drenched orange-brown hair. He closed the door slowly behind him and watched the street through the glass." Top of the day. Hope ya allow dogs in your fine establishment. Thanks for the assist, I... " Colin turned to meet the shops owner and the one who beckoned them in. Before him was a young man, tea cup in hand, green eyes surveying him under bushy eyebrows. His guardian angel was a ragamuffin. She looked like another orphan of war from his home on Wiklow. Colin couldn't nail a clear boy or girl vibe, so he would watch his pronouns. Fool be quick to speak, wise man holds his tongue as Da would say. Colin watched as Hound forgot his manners, and inched his way towards the cake on the table, nose twitching. " Oi Hound! Manners!" The dog stopped and looked back with an incredulous stare.
" Hi, sorry, I'm Colin, this me Hound. Mind if we peruse your shop while dodging a big ol' Mother Hubbar whose tailing us? Also, would you be happening to have any Ship Engineer or Mechanic positions available for a down on his luck transient?"
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