The goons that outflanked Richard looked around and kept their heads on a swivel, staying on the alert and up and up. If any of them looked like they meant business it would have to be these guys guarding the rep. Richard looked around shooting off a shrug of his shoulders as he looked to the group of mercs. He licked the roof of his mouth as he decided how he would deal with them, what could be offered and what could he bargain. His inaction turned into a smile for the time being as he gave them all a once-over again.

His attention turned to Sunrise shooting her a quick smile. "Glad you asked, listen you've come to Godfrey for one reason or another. You look like important types, but so am I and that's why I think we'll get along so well. I'll give it to you straight, this time of year it's hard to get out of Fiction. The sandstorms tend to disable any vehicle that hit the outskirts, simply put there isn't enough shielding. I'll keep it short though, I have a mole problem and it's affecting my boys works in the field. Can't fight a war when you have a hole burning through your pants, listen. I know they're in the city, but it's hard for a corporate-fashionista like myself to find a mole. So, you help me I'll help you get out of Fiction."