Kyuzo put his cyber hand up to his chin and made a thinking face for several moments while the other's spoke their pieces.  After Recluse finished up with his three points, he spoke up.  "[color=0072bc][color=0072bc][b][b]Yegor may help.  Was out near docks and ended up drinking with troll at hole near pier.  Ha, Yegor not recommend you all head there.  Big troll run place, not like breeders and pointees.  I mean, big troll.  BIG.  Anyway, the troll on dock drink with Yegor, swap stories.  Used to be runner.  Yegor talk to Ilrek, get information.  Worst case, Yegor get buzz and still have no info, yeah?[/b][/b][/color][/color]"

He looked around at the others, mentally going over what he thought he'd have to do to get this part of the job done.  The minimal information he would want was confirmation that the container was there.  Anything more than that was a bonus--and would most likely cost.  He would fish for loading docks, security, the manifest and even see if the troll would simply let them in, depending on the security and procedures of the docks.  Well, he'd cross that bridge when he got to it.  One odd thing about a lot of trolls is that they live rather humble and meager lives.  This troll had a job, not much threat, and could afford shelter, food, and alcohol.  To a lot of trolls, that was living a perfectly content life.  So to offer the troll something more would either raise a lot of suspicion, cost something extremely odd, or simply not be an option.  Or, offering too much could raise Ilrek's alarm and lead him to maybe sell out the group for MORE meaningful things.  

All of those factors would be assessed as he worked his angle and he enjoyed this kind of work immensely, as it rarely came his way, at least with the group.  He loved working people and angling, going after what he knew he could, and walking that edge, knowing what the risks could be.  Part of him thrived dealing with emotional intelligence and gauging people based on experience, even sometimes on the fly and improvising.  

He looked over at Cath, silently musing over a thought about taking over as a face.  It would never happen though.  As much as Kyuzo enjoyed many things, there were few things he enjoyed as much as sluggin' n gunnin'.  That was a life and death run, in the literal sense, and as much as he tried to force the thoughts far, far away and deep down, there was an unparalleled, natural gratification that came along with physically protecting people.  It was always there, guiding his actions, molding his thoughts, pushing him down a specific path at a crossroads.  And he was constantly working to hide it, maybe even make it untrue.  Much mental energy and focus had been spent denying who he really was.

Even if he didn't consciously know it...