Well now they were actually getting somewhere. So, Davison had found himself new clients. Didn't sound all that implausible actually. He'd always tried to see if he could get the gang to buy just a bit more lead. If they would be looking for something just a little higher end. He had wanted those eurobucks. But being a dumb fuck about it did tend to get one into trouble. Yeah, figures. Croaks glanced at Ribby, who he found was already looking at him. The two nodded at each other and returned to listening what there was to be said, though the rapping of the fingers on the gun of Croaks' didn't cease for a moment.

Ribby was happy to hear that the broker indeed had something new to tell them, but it would take a fair bit more for Croaks to be as impressed. What had been told was something, sure, meant he didn't need to go talking to rivals, but he wouldn't really have gone talking to rivals in the first place. Unless this Nina had more to tell, it was as good as a waste of money. But since she knew things, they wouldn't be gunning her down at least, that much was clear. No reason to tell her that just yet though. Could get more out of her that way.

Ribby didn't like how she played her cards on trying to get them to be staying customers so plainly on the table. It took balls, sure, and that was a good thing in someone they needed on the streets, but that was just bad business practice. And it made this a binary decision, more or less. If they'd go to anyone else she would take it personally now. And that would mean losing a contact. Bad, but nothing irrecoverable. Just something one would rather avoid. Croaks didn't mind one way or the other though. He spent this time drawing a deep breath and pushing the air through his nose with an annoyed glance that said "hurry up" written on his face. After all, his role was that of the impatient one.

At least it didn't take much of vocal encouragement to get the broker to go on. According to her, it was likely that the other people were other megacorporation bodies, and now Murkywater was mad because that meant weapons in the wrong hands. That would make this a bit beyond the capabilities of a gang like theirs and the worry reflected off of Ribby's face, but Croaks took it with the disinterested gesture of raising his gun a bit and dusting the body of it of imaginary dust with his palm and running his fingertips over the magazine embedded in the plastic. It was speculation, little more than that. Nothing to get worried about. Could just have been gangs the corporation was trying to hold back just as well.

It was when she switched subjects to the beanie head that Croaks set the gun back down again and took a sip of his drink before leaning a bit closer towards Nina. This was something he really preferred to know. She was more or less certain that the man had megacorp connections, though Ribby could actually confirm that for her. "I'll give you a nugget, but I'm gonna cut that from the pay. The guy that fits that description and showed his face here just when the lieutenant went missing? Ya, he had a logo on both the beanie and the trench. All in black, so hard to see, but I could bet my arse the "MW" would stand for that Murkywater lot", the brains offered to cut a small deal with the one that liked knowledge for sales purposes. And with her having offered a partnership of sorts not long before the offer, he figured it would do no harm.

"About that partnership though…", he would add before sucking air in through his teeth and raising his glass to his lips, Croaks knowing all too well what that sign was. Ribby was jealous. He'd called this woman over to help Croaks out, and now she was winking and offering partnerships and all, and to top it off she wasn't ugly or anything. The bigger man smirked and let out a muffled chortle before again turning back from his 'brother' to Nina.

"Yeah. We can do things with the data. As long as it turns out its all true, you'll be just fine as well", he responded and dug out a small stack of eurobucks from his back pocket, having to lift his rear off the chair for a moment to be able to reach. "Lessee here…", he mumbled while flipping over a few of the inconsequential bills while Ribby performed the actual procuring of money and tossed a small chipcard onto the table before Nina. "Ah, there we go", Croaks would put his wallet down and nod towards the payment on the table. "About that gang up though. Wanna talk more 'bout it? Cuz I'll be heading out anyhow, and it won't hurt to have people on the side."

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