Drink are on me...

[Dash_Andrews 0]

Drinks are on me...

 

Dash waited patiently as the information passed quickly across the screen in front of LaHaye and T'Aral. This assignment had been an interesting one: Deltan Pheremone Attacks, A Busted Up CO, Hostile Would Be Passengers, Hostage Taking, Infiltration... This list went on but Dash's head began to spin rememebering the events of the past few days. Now, it was a bank job. He didn't know all the specifics, it seemed straight forward, on the level even. Which would be a far twist from the shady dealings they'd been performing as of late. He was no stranger to the dark side of work out here in no man's land, he'd seen plenty of action from the time he arrived five years ago til the day he met Joseph Manning...

 

He looked at Nickles who seemed pale, which was normal after his "Deltan Encounter", but his strength was returning quickly. "We should really get that drink, I've a feeling we could all use it."

 

LaHaye, meanwhile, was beginning to confirm what he'd been suspecting -- these people were not Guardians. Though his rescuers were wearing Guardian uniforms, their associates were all plainclothed, and a motel in the Merc District didn't strike him as a typical Guardian outpost. Further, he was starting to remember names and faces from previous investigations. The 'Manning' character who was leading this group, for instance -- LaHaye had been approached by a criminal overlord several years prior to do some digging into a Joe Manning's activities in the city. It was some time ago, but the face seemed familiar enough, as did another name he'd overheard on the speeder trip -- Pher. A few of his competitors in the city had been tasked on occasion with keeping an eye on an Orion by that name. In both cases, the name of the same ship came up -- Qob.

 

These were mercenaries. Mercenaries who'd promised him protection and passage off-world under the false pretense of being Guardians. His eyes flicked between them as they conversed, as he tried to gain a handle on them and their motives. Could he trust them to honor their deal? What, exactly, was their interest in the Rainmakers? LaHaye would play along for now, but he would do so cautiously; these mercs could prove to be better allies than the Guardians if they were trustworthy, but they could also prove to be a lot more trouble.

 

Seemingly on cue, Shane stepped up to tower beside LaHaye and spoke in his low rumble, "I agree, Doc. Dealing with all of those "unwanted guests" is making me thirsty." Shane had just come from the room where he finished untying the Guardian hostage and had been watching him to make sure he intended on keeping to the agreement. Eventually, Pher had sent him downstairs, since for some reason she thought there would be less conflict in the hotel room without his presence.

 

Chris nodded in agreement with Shane. "A drink wouldn't be a bad idea, Just promise me ONE THING???? For Heavens sake IF I decide to walk off with anyone besides SOMEONE in our group? Somebody shoot me with a phaser! PLEASE??" Chris looked in both directions, "Which way to the nearest watering hole?"

 

Dash had to laugh at Nickles, but it was good to see him getting back to his old self. Without a word he began to lead the group back to the lobby and toward the hotel bar.