[quote]"So—what sorta place are we looking for? You know, other than, ‘it’s blue,’ or, ‘it’s made o’ aluminium.’”[/quote]
Blade grinned and tapped his PADD as he pulled it from its' pouch on his belt. An image of the place they were looking for shimmered to life in the air above the device. It showed a building that, like many of the structures in the area, was built of the local sandy stone. It was relatively non-descript, with a large metal warehouse - much as Adrian had deduced - attached to the rear of the more conventional stone-built office and store-front building. A green sign hung out the front, displaying the name of the trading and logistics company. 
"This is the one we're after. Accordin' to the Intel snoops an' their investigatin' on th' 'net, this place is th' registered address fer that company the Landcruiser Ken intercepted belonged to. An' that's on toppa what else we know." He turned a corner, leading them away from the busy port and its' walled enclosures. More avenues of large warehouses and other similar storage structures spread out, with the occasional corner store, coffee shop or other eatery for the workers mingled in. Down some of the longer streets, it was even possible to see where they petered out into the dust of the badlands once more. 
"There we go," he said, pointing diagonally across an intersection as a truck rumbled past. Their objective was in sight. 
"Okay then," said the fox with a firm nod. "I'll take the lead, an' you follow. We'll have t' try and talk him inta revealin' where the others were headed, and then come up with an exit if it all goes t' tits. We're lookin' fer a group headed from th' North t' Landren or th' south. All right, let's go".
Silverwind crossed the street and pushed open the door. An electronic bell sounded, and a bored-looking capybara behind the desk looked up, raising his eyebrow at the pair as they stepped in. 
"Good afternoon, my friend." said Silverwind, affecting a convincing, and completely different thick Northern Empire accent to his normal growly drawl. "I was hoping we might be able to do business, yes? I was directed here by... friends of mine. They came by here a few days ago, a small group of them, all travelling together"
The Capybara folded his arms on the desk, and sat a little straighter. "Business? What kind of business? If you need something hauled or shipped, then we're happy to help. Especially if it's on the recommendation of a previous customer..."
"Well," said Silver, and leaned a little closer, looking around and then beckoning the capybara to lean in as he leant on the desk, the curious man doing so as Silver lowered his voice conspiratorially, glancing around. "You see, my friend and I are interested in [i]travelling somewhere,[/i] to meet up with group who were in here a short while ago. We got delayed, you see, and they told us where to meet up with them." The fox put on a puzzled look for a moment as the Capybara drew back, frowning. "I hope we're in the right place. My friend here-" he gestured to Adrian "-has doubts about our journey. We'd hate to have to take our money elsewhere, after making such an effort to gather it all".
The capybara's expression flashed greed for a moment, and he shook his head. "No, no. I'm sure I can arrange something... please," he said gesturing to Adrian. "Why don't you tell me what you're looking for? We'll step into the back office. It's... more secure for this kind of deal..."
The rodent rose from his seat and gestured to them both to step through a door into the rear office of the building. Silverwind lead the way, glancing back out the door, and around the room before stepping through. The smaller room at the back contained several desktop data-slates and office chairs, along with various filing cabinets and cupboards. The Capybara started to shuffle through sheafs of printouts in a drawer, before withdrawing a manila file and placing it on one of the desks. He studied the pair of them, before looking to Adrian.
"So, where was it you were headed again?"

****

In the bar, things had not - thankfully - gone stereotypically. The music had not stopped playing the instant Mike and Aidan had walked through the door, nor had every pair of eyes in the place been on them and all the conversation stopped. Like most bars or pubs, no one had spared them a glance that they'd noticed; after all, most people were there to enjoy themselves. 
The mink at the bar glanced up as the pair approached, and then raised an elegant eyebrow as Aidan spoke up, shutting her PADD down with a gesture, the display - which looked like maps and charts of the region - disappearing with a swipe of her long, dainty fingers. She turned her cool blue eyes on the canine and tilted her head before answering in a mellifluous, musically accented voice characteristic of the Republic of Hirona, to the East of Martenstown and the Badlands. 
"I'm sorry, were you talking to me?" she asked in some confusion. "I think you might want the bartender," she continued, gesturing to a large and portly bear who was leaning on the bar from behind at the other end, polishing a pint glass. The minks' eyes roved over the pair of GEAR pilots, her fingers drumming on the countertop once before she looked over at the ursine, and then back to the pair. "Was there something else I could help you gentlemen with?" she asked after a moment more.

***

In the Marketplace, the hulking vulpine and his companions stopped ahead of the trio from the Roughriders and began to haggle with the owner of the GEAR parts stall. Clearly Imperial accents could be heard as the group got closer to the stall.