Colin watched as Giggles flicked the safety off on his gun. Quickly, he stumbled to the shop window and saw the Sykrott, and to his surprise the military woman from Nova on a rooftop above. She too was drawing her weapon. His gut wrenched as guilt filled him. He had led the Sykrott warrior here, he had fled the worn torn land of Wiklow but it seemed its ghosts had followed him. 

Hound sat on the couch with pride, indifferent to the events unfolding. He had succeeded in his mission, he was allowed on the couch. 

Colin crept by Giggles unsure if he could see him inside the device he wore. He exited the shop and put a hand on Marco who wailed at the two gunslingers on the rooftop. Colin noticed that his shouting had turned the attentions of a few onlookers, and in turn, Frixiom Primes Surveillance Drones stoically waiting for a violation.[color=f7941d]"Oi Boss, lets leave these two to der business. I'd hate to see anyone get hurt due to some slight I caused that ting. Your friend inside is all suited up and ready fer da crusades. Maybe we could all chill out and use another cup, eh. Look da drones are already watching."[/color]