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[color=SteelBlue][h3]Rave "The Shadow" Mallard[/h3]
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Rave nodded and ate a few more fries in silence. As he did so, he decided to do a visual inspection of the surrounding people and was unsurprised by what he saw. Bounty Hunters, blue collar workers, dock workers; all the usual people who one would expect to see at a bar like this. Still, the people who had all, at some point, left before the Spectre and Akagalcia had arrived and the circumstances made him curious. No one had, after all, been paying attention to any of the conversation between the hustler and the arms dealer, for example.

And then there was the hustle, which was it's own interesting subject. One patron had been listening to the whole thing and had laughed quietly to themselves when the cyborg woman had laid out prices and such for arranging for some kind of meeting with an important person on the planet. The amounts were absurd, but then it had been a lie to make as much money as possible. What had stuck out though was the cyborg woman's clothing. That required some investigation for sure, but at a later time. [color=SteelBlue]"So what did you think of what we missed? Some of it seemed connected."[/color]