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	Atticus felt completely useless right then but he prayed as kept an eye out. There wasn't much else he could do unless they wanted him to make something to blow up or it came to a all out brawl. Guns and tracking were not his thing. Yet, the Preacher did what he could, staying close to Dorothy and Foy but out of the way, directing people away as he could to keep the path more clear. Thankfully Anisa had yet to leave the ship, she was making a few final checks here and there. Probably a good thing because she was already a keg ready to blow, this would have surely made her go boom. (Though she would have to find out eventually.)

	Over in the Captain office, Jahosafat took the picture frame and had a look at it. [color=gray]"Oh yes, I do see what you are referring to my good sir. I believe it may very well be. This frame matches the one that Camilla kept the same image in. We should compare them when we have a spare moment but alas time grows short,"[/color] he said before handing the frame back over. He let Harper know then that he had run into the Captain during his rounds to clean up the ship and that she had informed them about the sale and the time line. [color=gray]"Currently we must make haste to complete our tasks and then my good man, we should investigate this further! Yes, quite! A good mystery breaks up the monotony! Let me finish up my rounds and I shall fetch the matching frame, perhaps we can devise something from there."[/color]

	Out on the docks the crowd in and around the dock was clearing and going back to normal, or as normal as it could be in that area. Outside of the dock where people were exiting from it was becoming more crowded and hectic. The area seemed to have a general feeling of ~we will mess with this place later when there are fewer bullets flying~ about it. The further in town one got, the less crowded it became though the streets were anything but clear. It was after all a beautiful day on a planet rich in trade. vendors lined the streets selling their wares. A modern Portobello Road if you will, streets where the riches of ages were sold; anything and everything a chap could unload is sold of the barrels on Portobello Road. (Name that movie!) - The shops held more than the streets did of course and eventually one could find a toy store of sorts to check out. 

	In the crowds of people along the roads of the town the street urchins were numerous but it was hard to tell a pick pocket from just someone down on their luck in this area and those that had sticky fingers knew how to keep the attention off of them as they moved through the streets. The ~gang~ as it were that had set off from Lady Lucks seemed to have split off. Two by two they moved, one after the female and the others after the male. Both pairs stayed together for a bit before splitting up and seeming to see if they could strike from different angles. At least that is how it seemed, though it was not clear yet since none of them had made a move to go in for the so called kill yet.