[b]"Ah yes, the ship!"[/b] Jean spoke as if the thought of their objective had slipped his mind, but he knew all too well what he was doing and how he was toying with the young girls. [b]"I suggest that you follow me."[/b] Giving a spin on his feet and standing as proud as could be, Jean led the two girls out of the Redlight Districts and to the neighbouring Docklands.

As the group walked they passed by the various stalls and buildings until they came to a secluded  edge of the industrial area surrounding the harbour. Jean reached into his pocket and pulled out a small parcel, handing it to Alyon. [b]"I don't doubt your skills Miss Fraya,"[/b] Making a comment to the questions that she had earlier about sinking the boat before placing on a serious expression and glaring Fraya in the eyes, [b]"My concern at the moment is that if you fail, then there is no back up plan. What you have in there,"[/b] tapping on the parcel, [b]"is a kilo of TNT. That should be enough to place a small hole in the hull."[/b]

Alyon peered down at the parcel, contemplating her actions and the fact that she was now holding a device that was considered quite deadly. Her thoughts raced ever so slightly before being bought back to reality when Jean pointing towards the end of one piers, [b]"It's that one there"[/b]

[color=7ea7d8][b]"Right. Ok... Let's go,"[/b][/color] replied Alyon as she began to walk past the warehouses and down the concrete board walk into the docks ahead.

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Jean watched as the two girls ventured off on their task for Miss Thorn. He leaned up against one of the buildings, pulling out a hip flask from inside his jacket and taking a quick swig of the contents inside.

[b]"So what can you tell me about the two girls?"[/b] a voice requested as Jean quickly swung around to see a hooded man with a blunderbuss poorly concealed under his jacket. His sudden appearance caught Jean off guard as he stumbled back a few steps.

[b]"They are just a pair of venturers helping us out on a personal matter. Nothing more!"[/b] He waved his hand back and forth as if to say 'go away' while at the same time Jean's forehead started to feel sweaty as he was concerned about who this strange character was.

[b]"Is that a way to greet an old friend?"[/b]

Jean froze for a second as he looked at the concealed face under the hood, noticing the slightly red glow that resonated from the left eye socket. [b]"Toskin?"[/b] he queried, leaning over slightly in order to get a better look.

[b]"The man you knew as Toskin is dead!"[/b] the stranger snapped, lifting his gun to the chest of Jean and staring him straight in the face. The heavy scars could be seen from where a mock operation was recently performed in order to remove the left eye of this individual and replace it with the red, glass eye. [b]"[color=#f2f2f2]B[/color][color=#f1e9ec]u[/color][color=#efe1e5]t[/color] [color=#eccfd9]t[/color][color=#ebc7d2]h[/color][color=#e9becc]a[/color][color=#e8b5c6]t[/color] [color=#e5a4b9]i[/color][color=#e694af]s[/color] [color=#e8749a]n[/color][color=#e9648f]o[/color][color=#e95485]t[/color] [color=#eb3470]t[/color][color=#ec2465]o[/color] [color=#ed1251]s[/color][color=#ed1047]a[/color][color=#ed0d3d]y[/color] [color=#ec0928]t[/color][color=#ec071e]h[/color][color=#ec0414]a[/color][color=#ec020a]t I don't live on[/color],"[/b] he spoke, lifting his free hand to his face and pointing to the eye implanted within his skull.