Ratte smirked slightly to herself, taking Roxy’s comment as a compliment and she pushed herself from the wall, stepping forward slightly. She eyed the rest of the group and a niggling sense of distrust began to sprout up in the back of her mind. She had always worked alone, or preferred it anyway. When she had worked with others it had backfired more often than not and now she was facing a huge group with a lot at stake and therefore lot of risk. She wandered forward and looked into the eyes of the criminals around her before throwing a glance back over her shoulder at Roxy. “I suppose we’d better start getting the more important information down then. If this is going to work then we’ll need some structure and understanding of each other. I for one don’t want anyone to fuck this up. I’m feeling a big weekend of drink and women, so I know I want that gold. When and where is it Roxy?”