Over his shoulder Harry's wrench turned to scan the newcomer as she stepped into the bar. Immediately it gave off a warning beep, drawing the mechanic's attention. Turning Harry gave the girl the once-over and immediately spotted the heavy-duty rifle she was carrying.

[i]That would be quite a prize, to the right person,[/i] he thought to himself, [i]although all I'd need would be a couple of hours in a decent workshop.[/i] Not that there were any decent workshops within a hundred miles of the rag-tag little town in which they sat.

As she moved towards the bar Harry eyed the girl, spotting the shield unit she was carrying as his eye scanned her carefully, it's energy signature unmistakeable. With a sign he turned back to his new friend with a wry smile. [i]Perhaps another time,[/i] he thought, [i]I'll let some other guy try and crack that little nut.[/i]

"You were saying something about this mission of yours?" Harry said to his 'partner', not wanting to let the issue lie until he'd been given something about their target or destination.