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Piemanlives:
He was watching the line form from inside, to say it was long was a bit of an understatement, he turned to Richard who was on his 5th glass, man had a gut of steel because he wasn't drunk, then again neither was he and he was on his 7th.

Alex
"What do you suppose that line's for?"

Richard
"Not sure sounds like someone is paying big money from the talk outside."

Alex
"Really now? I wonder if the man with the money is willing to buy some guns, can't be too prepared you know."

He got up and decided to walk to the front of the line.

Alex
"So, big man with money, wanna buy some guns for the job?"

Plasmarobo:
Plasma nods at Gareth, and glances sidelong at Mill as he sidles up.

Plasma
"The pay is not much, hundred crowns, but for one day's work it's pretty phenomenal. The job is...no questions asked. We don't open the crates, we just deliver 'em. I'll be taking my ship out tomorrow, and I need a few more men. Sound interesting?"

He slides a contract across the table. It's simply worded, stating the amount of compensation (100 crowns), work expected (duties include ship maintenance and lookout posts), and expectations for combat (run away if we're faster, shoot them until we can run away if not).

The contract is obviously one of several copies.
He looks up at Imagine as he enters, following his gaze to the bird. He shrugs, and turns his attention back to Gareth.

Several others have filtered into the bar, coming for a noon drink or lunch. The volume level slowly elevates to a comfortable cacophony. One of the men drinking stands up suddenly, and slides to the front of the line. Plasma frowns at him.

Alex
"So, big man with money, wanna buy some guns for the job?"

Plasma
"That depends, what are you selling?"

Alex
"We've got chainguns, mortars, howitzers, and light flak cannons. Plenty of 'em"

Plasma considers the man for a moment. Then checks something behind the counter.
He turns back to Alex with a somewhat evil grin.

Plasma
"We'll take them all actually, or rather, my employer will. One moment. EMILY!"

He shouts across the bar, and the pretty blond barmaid sighs and strides over, glaring at Plasma expectantly.

Plasma
"Find Newt, tell him I need some merchandise inspected before I make a purchase."

She nods and disappears behind a door at the back. Plasma turns back to Alex.
Plasma
"When Newt get's here, I'll ask you to take him to your warehouse so he can inspect the goods."

He turns back to Gareth and Mill again.

Plasma
"So how about it?"

Gryphos:
Gareth stroked Roc's head as he considers the offer, Roc acting rather more like a cat as he rubbed his head against Gareth's hand.

Gareth
"I'm up for it. I'll have to tell my crew to linger in Cathedral during the job but they'll enjoy the break. I'll be ready whenever needed."

He let Roc perch on his arm as he walked over to a table with the contract and examined it further, also keeping a keen eye, much like an eagle himself, on the goings on around him.

Piemanlives:
He walked back to Richard with a slight grin on his face.

Alex
"We got a deal for the guns, one of his colleagues will be here shortly, we're to take him to the warehouse for him to inspect the guns, good thing they're in fine condition I believe we'll get them sold in no time, also tell the regulars we have another deal going, you can sell them the other guns we've been stock piling for weeks now.

Richard
"Alright then, so when's this friend of his getting here?"

Alex
"Not sure, actually I think that's him."

Both of them turn to see a rugged man walking toward them.

Newt
"So, heard I've got somethings to inspect, where are they?"

Alex
"Warehouse on the south docks, we've got some guns you're too look at."

Newt
*Whistles* "South docks eh? Some prime real estate right there, alright lead the way bucko."

The three men walked out of the bar towards the docks, it wasn't a long walk but it was the loud and crowded point of the day so getting there was a bit of a chore. They arrived at the docks sometime later, several men in Cathedral Militia uniforms stood outside.

Captain Walker
"So where are the howitzers you promised?"

Alex
"On the cargo platforms behind the warehouse, you know where it is."

The men walked behind the warehouse and the audible sound of a train rolled for the central station.

Newt
"What was that 'bout?"

Alex
"Promised some howitzers to the defense forces, anyways take a look at the guns, you may be surprised."

Imagine:
"Well that's just rude."

He muttered, glancing at the one who pushed himself forward to the front. Apparently no one had manners any more these days. Ah well, when these things come to a head, one had to pushy, and so he leaned to the side to shout over the noise gathering in the inn.

"Hey, listen, how many people are you looking for this job anyways?"

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