The fresh arrival was met with the waitress looking her up and down, the woman clearly weighing if she should believe the story she had been told. But it was not her job to question. The gang would handle that part, that much was clear. They got to take guns in, and they would handle any gang business in here, even if it meant shooting. And now in this case it involved checking the validity of something. Again, not her job. Nina would find herself directed to the bar counter, from where someone would apparently come and fetch her after a moment. The table Ribby and Croaks frequented was not far from there, but it was conveniently out of view.

"You don't look like a combat zone type of gal", the barkeep would mention. His entire right arm was very barebones appearing chrome, while his left hand was just exposed servomotors and joint pieces. To top it off, he clearly had some discount cybereye, the light simulating a live organ within it shimmering every now and then. "But then again, you did come here on business as far as my ears served. If you want anything to drink before going there, now would be your time to order. Wouldn't want to go in with a dry mouth, would you?" the man would try to get a sale out of her. Success was not guaranteed, but hey. No use letting an opportunity just slip away!

After a whole ten minutes or so, a bare chested man with diving goggles on his forehead, a torn denim vest on his shoulders and a limp on his left foot approached her, holding an old heavy pistol that resembled closely the model the police force used on their lower ranking people. "So you wanted to have a talk with the bosses, huh? Well you come this way then and we'll see to that won't we?" The young and scrawny man waved with his free hand and began walking away, not waiting to see if the info broker was following or not. She either did or she missed her own chance. Was none of his business.

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In the meantime, Croaks had been looking at Ribby and the man's explanation with a raised eyebrow. "So in short, you called in an info broker to point me in the right direction… and you still try to keep up the act of not wanting me to go anywhere on this case?" he asked of his business partner who would lean back and scratch his forehead.

"Well bro, thing is pretty simple. I knew you'd be goin' either way. I don't like it, but if you gotta go then I should at least set you up with a fighting chance you know?" he would explain, to which Croaks couldn't help but laugh. Ribby had always been the smarter of the two, and it would be just like him to pull a trick like that on him. But he would never say something like this out loud. They both knew it just fine on their own.

It was around then that the limping guy would be there, waving the free hand at the two bosses. "Hey, so, the pretty gal's here. Right. I'll leave you to it", he explained and turned around, showing to Nina that this was where she'd find who she had been looking for. The gang leaders turned their eyes on the approaching woman. An athletic one. Apart from her attire, she looked the part of what would be expected of one. Croaks pulled his gun on his lap and made space in the table in case she wanted to sit down, while Ribby just nodded at her.

"So. Lieutenant Davison. We need all that you know. What do you have and what does knowing it cost?" Ribby got right down to business while Croaks sipped from his glass.

"It's many sorts of vital, so don't be holding back now. We won't like it if we end up driven out of this here zone", Croaks would add, instinctively picking up the role of the tougher boss he kept thanks to his more imposing presence.

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