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Yiski:
--Unknown Building--

A few more hours pass by and Yiski started getting restless. Not because he believed he was in danger of dying (He knew he'd be dead right now if they wanted him to be), but rather from sitting tied up all day.

Yiski started positioning his wrists to see if the knots were done sloppily and had slack. Sadly, the knots were done well and applied tightly. He flipped over his hands and started tearing at the knots to see if he could make any slack. The one thing Yiski had learned over the years was how to tinker the hell out of any piece of equipment or tool which get into his hands and the knots weren't much different.

After a few minutes, Yiski felt a little slack being made, but not enough to free himself. Yiski then heard the door opening again and stopped tinkering with the knots.

"Damn. Just needed another minute."

The Man once again approached Yiski. This time, the Man pulled out a nearby chair, set it front of Yiski, and sat down. The Man crossed his legs and tapped his chin with his finger. The Man sat silently as he stared at Yiski.

Yiski
"You should know I'm taken."

Man
"Is this how you react when your life is at risk?"

Yiski
"Heheh. Trust me. If you wanted me dead, then I'd be dead and through further events you'd be too. So you clearly want somethin' only I can give."

Man
"I believe you are beginning to understand what I seek."

Yiski
*Smirking* "Is it the recipe for my Hellfire?"

Man
"I can see we are getting nowhere with your useless attempts to stall, so I will just lay it out there. I want to know the schematics for your weapons. Mainly one for armor piercing."

Yiski
"Huh. I like this."

Man
*Raising an eyebrow* "Okay I will humor you. What is this you like?"

Yiski
"First time someone didn't want me dead and the first time someone wants to know what I know." *Takes a few moments* "I gotta say I prefer this than gettin' shot at."

Man
*Sighs* "Very well. It seems you have run my patience and I will be forced to use more 'barbaric' procedures."

The Man gets up and leaves the room. As soon as the door shuts, Yiski goes right back into tinkering with the knots.

-Next Room Over-

Man
"Prepare the drugs. We have given him ample time to comply."

BdrLineAzn:
--Docks--

BdrLine thanks him and receives the radio. He then dials in to Zill's radio frequency.

BdrLine
"Hey Zill, you there? I've heard what happened and the others are with me. We are all at the docks where some guards found a blood trail and an empty docking bay. They say that it was a Dandy Lion ship, but aren't all of Paradox's ships held on the company's property?"

Honeybadger:
Honeybadger thinks back to the casino and the saloon when he killed two Riggs brothers. He slowly started to talk softly to Bdr who was on the radio.

Honeybadger
"Bdr, you don't think this is the Riggs' doing do you? They have been more aggressive recently."

Bdr gives a shrug to Honeybadger

Honeybadger
What would they want with Yiski though? If they wanted me they would have just gone for me. This isn't the first time they have done something like this but... No somethings off, My assumption is that they stumbled upon Yiski as a godsend and now they either want him dead, or they want information... "I don't like this one bit."

Honeybadger lifts his derby hat and scratches his head.

Captain Lockheart:
After Loading his final cargo onto the Commodore Beckett and trying to shoo away as many officials as possible to get off back to Chaladon, Lockheart had seen BdrLine and Honeybadger and thought not too much of it. But it was when he saw Zill and the Officials show up he knew something was up. He Made Cecelia stay aboard as he strapped his pistol holster, Sword and slinging his Bolt action on his back, he jogged to the Group.

Lockheart
"Whats going on here?, I saw all of you and realized something was up."

He looks at Plasmorabo

Lockheart
"And who may you be?"

Plasmarobo:
Plasma turns, and unsure of the newcomers rank gives a halfhearted salute.
Really, if they know Zill personally, they either all outrank me or are personal friends of his. Either way, play it safe.

Plasma
"Ensign, first class, Plasma. I'm...um, part of the guard here." he finishes lamely.

His eyes keep flicking to the odd little radio, as if someone else were holding his child.

Plasma
"I do think they are contacting the Admiral. There is some possibly of forged log accounts here, although there certainly was a ship parked here not a day ago. They never checked out, you see..." he peters out and slings his carbine more permanently onto his back. Standing at an awkward half attention.

This day simply continues to get stranger...

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