[hr][hr]	Hoekstra’s words were exacting of a fence of his status, illustriously structured for the sole purpose of profit. Valrel knew better than to begrudge the dwarf of his most accomplished quality – it was that very apt way of haggling which kept the Dusthawk’s returns in excess with every shady dealing. However, this was much more a political matter than Valrel would have preferred, and in spite of the fence’s point, he knew that there was only so much criminality that would win the Resistance’s favor.

	[color=ffc125]“While I would normally agree with your notion, Hoekstra, I’m gonna have to refuse this once. Remember, they’re practically [i]givin’[/i] these guns away already, so us showin’ them an inklin’ of forgiveness may very well put a wrap around the wound we’re about to be cuttin’,”[/color] The Dusthawk tried his best to sound affable to mimic the dwarf’s tone, though he knew there was a deeper frustration floating in the air between them. [color=ffc125]“Though, if you think we’re lettin’ Lex off that easy, you’d be mistaken. I never did say we’d be givin’ the rifles back [i]in one piece[/i] – beautiful thing ‘bout spark wheels, my friend, is that you can take them apart.”[/color]

	Valrel reached inside of his jacket, pulling out the spark pistol that he kept hidden there. Holding it lopsided in one hand, he diligently pried the clips from the plate which covered the glowing green disk, turning the gun over to shake it loose from its resting place. He held the coin-shaped spark crystal up between his thumb and forefinger, keeping his eyes fixed on the dwarf.

	[color=ffc125]“As I’m sure you know, these little devils will fetch quite the profit in and of themselves. And with the sheer number of rifles I’m expectin’ in this transaction, this lift should more than pay for itself,”[/color] Valrel set the disk down on the counter, its verdant gleam bouncing off the dark surface with an eerie sheen. [color=ffc125]“It’ll be a nice surprise for Lex to see we gave him back his toys, only to find out we nabbed the most important piece. That should be enough warnin’ to be sure he doesn’t pull anythin’ like this again.”[/color]

	The leader of the Dusthawks gave Hoekstra a smile, deviously set in a grin that betrayed his typical distant demeanor. [color=ffc125]“Oh! And since I’m glad you brought the point up, I see it only fair to give my [i]dearest[/i] fence the prodigious role of managing the return of these rifles, as well as handling the disks we’ll be filching from the affair.”[/color] Valrel’s grin cracked into a beam, and he resumed his lounging as he scanned the room once again, eager for more discussion from the remainder of his crew.
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