Breckinridge.  Dallen took another hit of his cigarette, looking around the room once more.  Rickman, the mark, wasn't anywhere to be seen.  Who knew where he was, it didn't matter.  The target would eventually show up sometime.  For now, his focus shifted toward Breckinridge.  Supposedly the well dressed man had information on the Pagans, but after listening in to the conversation he was having, he wasn't so sure.  'What the hell would anyone want with a haunted chasm?  Maybe he was part of some cult, using Pagan blood for some reason.  Maybe he was another mercenary trying to find an end to his current job?  Maybe he was just a curious architect?  Who fucking cares?'  

Dallen found himself wondering why he was wondering about all this anyway.  The way he figured it, was that there was only one option here.  Wait it out and follow him until they were alone, then make him tell him everything.  Just like Alejandro.  It was only a matter of time before the man had to take a piss.  Speaking of that, Dallen felt his own plan turn on him as he realized it was about time for him to break the seal.  Finishing off his drink and smoke, Dallen made his way to the restroom.  The toilets were actually cleaned, which was a nice surprise.  Everything else was a bit half assed, but good enough compared to the wasteland.  After taking a piss, he scoped out the area of the room.  More than the piss itself, he came in the restroom to see if it would be a good place to interrogate.  The music coming from the casino was loud enough for it to work, and there was an old wooden chair near the door that he could prop against it so that they would be alone.  The only issue would be how fast he would have to get the information, since a locked bathroom door could raise unwanted attention.  It wasn't the best of places, but it would do if it came down to it.

Dallen exited once he was finished observing, then took back to his seat at the bar.  Who knew, maybe the guy would leave soon and he'd be able to get him in the alleyway.  Regardless, Dallen decided to continue to listen in, while simultaneously winking at one of the prettier hookers that just came in.  At least he thought she was a hooker anyway.  He flipped a casino chip through his fingers as he ordered more drinks, this time for himself and the lady.  He made sure she saw his plentiful caps as he paid, then he waved her over to him.  The hooker made her way to his side, a nice, playful smile across her lips.

[color=steelblue] "How much?" [/color] Dallen asked.