[@Tuxedo Fox] [@Ordure]

"Nice to meet you, Boss." Carson answered as the man came to stand beside him, staring at the mess the revolutionaries had left behind.  "I'd be willing to negotiate a trade?" Boss went on in response to Carson's query. 

"That could be arranged." Carson answered. He stopped the Ghoul that Cade had appointed as his replacement as commander of the Trading Post, concealing his disgust at having to talk to a walking corpse. "Look, Cade gave me a job before these bastards attacked. I'm on my way to report to Captain Floure in the Proulx District. Please tell Cade as much, and wish him the best from me." The Ghoul nodded and walked off. 

Carson turned back to Boss. "Look, pal, if you don't mind can we get the Hell out of here? I don't want to be a target for those revolutionary bastards just yet." 

Carson moved off, still talking. "We can make a deal for your radio. All I want is to be able to use it. Those fuckers who jumped us out in the Gulf-" He pointed towards the sea- "Followed us ashore. One of my guys led them away so I could make it here, because I was wounded. As you can see." He patted his bandages. "So my friend has a radio on him. I want to see if I can get in touch."