[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7vpzoPeW51rsy50k.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=#4dffa6][b]Location[/b][/color]: Docks (Underground)[/center][hr][hr]	The outburst once again got Dorothy to raise her eyebrow at the man. She wasn't sure what she had expected from him, but it wasn't the usual chain of Chinese curses that were typically uttered among the crew. In fact, Dorothy couldn't recall [i]ever[/i] hearing someone use that sort of expression. It reeked of Alliance elitism to her, but Foy was the only man around who could get this job done. Dorothy didn't want to think about what would happen if they failed to catch the spy. She didn't want to experience Anisa's wrath again that day. 

	[color=#4dffa6]"...Right,"[/color] Dorothy said, not sure what she was exactly supposed to say to Foy in that situation. [color=#4dffa6]"Any telling how close we are? Be best if we aren't much longer, or Anisa will have both of our heads--whether you're a crew member or not."[/color]

	She waited as patiently as she could for Foy to give her more information regarding which direction to go, though in the back of her head, a nagging sensation told her they were wasting time. Each second the went by was just another second for their quarry to get farther and farther ahead. If they didn't find the woman soon, Dorothy feared, they never would. She grimaced slightly, doubting for a moment whether or not she was really cut out to be Anisa's second. 

	But those thoughts weren't going to get them anywhere. She didn't have time to ponder what Jackson would have done or to feel guilty for not noticing the hidden woman in the first place. She stood just a pace behind Foy, ready to keep on following him through the storm drain for as long as it took--but hopefully, not too much longer...[hr][hr][center][h1][color=8882be]Fitz Townsley[/color][/h1][img]http://www.theweirdlings.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/science.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=8882be][b]Location[/b][/color]: Town (Toy Store)[/center][hr][hr]	Fitz found the use of a gun holster for a feather duster a bit alarming at first, but then he supposed that could just be the way things are out here. He had spent pretty much his entire life in the Core, with this being his first trip to the Border Planets. He hadn't even began to dream of what things might be like out in the Rim. Of course, it crossed his mind briefly that perhaps the old man could've been a criminal back in the day, but he doubted it. He seemed so frail and kind, almost like Father Christmas. 	

	[color=8882be]"T-Traveling,"[/color] Fitz replied, biting his lip as he surveyed the chess board. He moved the pawn blocking his bishop forward, his hands entirely steady. Some might have thought the lack of tremors in his hand uncharacteristic, but Fitz used his hands for his work. His social anxiety manifested itself almost entirely in his speech. [color=8882be]"I-I've spent my entire life on Osiris...And I'm t-twenty nine years old. I want to see the 'Verse,"[/color] Fitz finished, fiddling with the little friendship bracelet of wires a bit. 

	He then paused for a moment, realizing with embarrassment that he hadn't introduced himself to the old man or asked for his name in exchange. [color=8882be]"M-my name's Fitz Townsley...Technically Dr. Townsley but you can just call me Fitz. A-And what's your name, if you don't mind me asking?"[/color]