Best Laid Plans

[Dash_Andrews 0]

"It's too hot now... Far too hot."

 

Dash wasn't happy about it but the vendor was right. Moving the medical supplies now would be impossible at best. He'd have to wait, and waiting would be extended to say the least.

 

Pher had rushed back to meet up with Joe and the others and report their plans but he'd heard nothing from them as of late. The explosion that rocked the downtown area of the city was all to easy to hear however. Word was already spreading amongst the patrons along the market streets. Security was ratcheting up their belts and ushering people along who were caught loitering without any sense of purpose. Understandable, atleast from an outside looking in stand point. They'd been caught with their pants down. The Rainmaker's, being the ones taking the credit for the attack, executed their plan in one of the most secured buildings of all the city. Someone would undoubtedly have to pay for their oversite... Someone's head would roll.

 

Dash caught himself grinning a bit at the thought of some top-brass Guardian getting his pretty little uniform removed from his head... or was the other way around. He chuckled a bit at that.

 

"Keep it moving you..."

 

He felt a shove to his back that could only have come from a long barreled assualt blaster and he needn' turn to look at the man holding it to know he was wearing the colors of the Guardians. What Dash didn't realize what they were employing mind reader's now. He laughed again and made his way, along with much of the crowd, away from the market's center. Like a piece of driftwood he would have to ride the current of the people as far as they were going, he was not quite strong enough to resist and dart in and out of them and fight the tide anymore. He saw an opening after about two blocks of cattle pressed herding and slipped in to an alley to his left.

 

He grinned once more as he looked upward and saw a quaint little sign above a doorway that simply read "PUB". For some it was a terribly unlucky day, what with heads rolling and CEO's bursting in to flames. For him, it was looking up. Sure he didn't know where the rest of the crew was, or how in the targ they were going to get the medical supplies they needed now... But, atleast he found a nice little place to weather the storm.

 

As he entered the bar and looked around at the smoke filled dark and arid shanty-esque decor of the small establishment he grunted slightly, perhaps he'd spoken too soon about that whole: "Luck turning around thing".

 

He noticed barely a handful of patrons all of which were dressed down in the fullest sense of the term. Clothes worn and ragged... all except for a female at the bar. Now she, undoubtedly the hired entertainment for this gin joint, was the picture of Risan Beauty. Pher might even be jealous had she seen her...

 

The Bartender was a young slick haired man with a toothpick in his mouth and a latinum chain around his neck... Brave soul wearing that in a place like this. That could only mean one thing, they had security with big guns and bad attitudes waiting for an excuse to use both.

 

Andrews made his way toward the bar paying little attention to the whispers of patrons, or their stares. He pulled the stool out and mounted it gingerly placing his cane to his left with the woman to his right.

 

"I'll have an Aldebarran Whiskey and another for the lady..."

 

She smiled and moved toward him. He smiled as well... He knew he should check in with Joe and the others, but he was sure they were all laying low as well, waiting for the amplitude of security to tick back down to a detestable but manageable level... So, he thought... that could wait.