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Scott's plan wasn't exactly well formulated yet.  He had never had to search for someone whom he didn't already have some sort of lead on.  He would often be tasked with tracking someone and keeping tabs on them; stalking, essentially.  He never really thought he would be starting from scratch.  Still, it was something new, and another bullet point he could put on his resume.  Besides that, Neasa may have been one of the least criminally inclined people he had run across in the zone.  It was worth helping her out a bit; and another favor to call in should the need arise.

He didn't realize that he had gotten ahead of her, but when he heard her jogging to catch up he turned and saw some amount of concern on her face.  He stopped and gave her a quizzical look before she gestured down the road.  He turned to look and spotted the three walking away.  They didn't seem to be any trouble, but he leveled his rifle and brought his eye up to the affixed optic to get a better look.  They weren't looking in their direction and didn't seem to be a threat at the moment, but he was glad Neasa pointed them out.  One could never really be too safe, and Scott took a mental note to keep track of their movements.

"We're not going that way," he said quietly, lowering his rifle.  That wasn't entirely true.  That was his original plan; or at least the first possible source of reliable information that he could think of resided near there, but something about this group of people seemed familiar, and not in a good way.  He couldn't be sure, but he did get the impression that they should keep their distance.

His mind ran through a list of possible contacts that weren't near the Frankfurt area, when it occurred to him that he hadn't even asked whom Neasa had already talked to.  "Where all have you already gone for information?  Don't want to get somewhere only to learn that you've siphoned what you already could."