Finn sat in the corner, Reva still in the vents. When Dmitry began to speak, Finn took a small vial out of his pocket and opened it. In this veil there was a special liquid that possessed special fragrance. Its smell could be sensed only by Reva and other cockroaches. Other cockroaches, though they can smell it, ignore the smell for to them it means nothing, while to Reva it meant like a call back whistle. Moments later a small sound could be heard which it slowly grew larger. Finn stood up and began walking from the corner towards the table and a free seat. From the vent on the wall Reva came into the room. Over the wall, across the floor it rushed towards Finn and once close it climbed on his leg and continued its climb to his back under the cape. Finn didn’t even budge, he walked casually like nothing had happened. As he reached the table he sat on a chair leaning back and listening to his superior words. When he heard they are traveling to Hivera isles a small smile drew on his face. Those isles reminded him of most of his missions and jobs as a bounty hunter and a mercenary.
Finn calmly waited for his superior officer to layout all he could for now about the mission. He thought about the info. From his past occupation he still had some good relations with some of the inhabitants. If nothing else most of his money and earnings are being taken care of two different merchants on the islands. And since they are bought one of the biggest merchants on the isles, they have got to have some info about these strange happenings. Nothing ever happens in any place without the merchants to know about. Since they are not fighters their weapon is information, and they always have some information about everything. After the cathian finished his little dance, Finn cleared his throat. “Once we arrive at the isles. Am I allowed to search out my old friends and contacts, and try to gather some info from them?”