IC: A man in white stepped up next to Roxy. The heat was oppressive but he didn't seem to be bothered. "Ms. Roxy Black. It's a pleasure to meet you at last."

IC: "We'll take as many as we can get." Synthia untied her apron and put it on the counter, rummaging under the bar and pulling out a pistol, checking to see that it was loaded.

"Whenever you guys are ready..."