Well, even if she found Croaks to be a funny name, at least she didn't go about pestering him for the real name behind it all. "The other guy is Ribby, but that you already knew didn't you", Croaks would try and see if Nina caught on to where the names were coming from. After all, it should have been plenty clear by this point. For the info on the other names, she was quick to point out her trade. Yes, he knew. She was an info broker. And if she ever get to know the name Miquel Borges Mão de Ferro Santos, then she would soon find out that nobody would give a flying fuck about it. He was Croaks as through as anyone cared, other than maybe Trauma Team. But that gang wouldn't show up in these parts unless some hotshot got lost and scared.

Then things began moving fast. It got into a blur that was difficult to follow faster than SynthCoke ruined your life, and that was coming from a gangster of all people. People rushing in and out, the guard handing weapons back over to the ones making their exit faster than Croaks had ever seen anyone work around these parts, Nina making her own mad dash for whatever the fuck, the strange helmeted woman making her own rounds, his pager beeping as a message reached it just as well… Yeah, Croaks just gave up. The bouncer gave him an understanding look, shrugging and shaking his head. Whatever this was, he wasn't paid enough to care. And if the future of his gang wasn't possibly hanging on this case, Croaks knew he would have made his way back to the corner table and just called it a day.

But things finally began slowing down when Nina returned now with a… "If you make a habit of lugging corpses around on your shoulder I can see how you'd hear that chip joke often", Croaks sighed exasperatedly, taking a moment to rub his eyes and wave to the guard that it was okay to let her pass. Fuck, if he wasn't already buzzed he would have needed a drink. And though he'd love to just forget this mess of a night, getting absolutely fucking hammered was not looking like a smart thing to do. He groaned half in despair, half in annoyance and slowly made his way back in proper once more. At least this was going somewhere that could actually move them forward, if compared to the earlier plan the girl had had.

He caught up to the rushing gal, who now had a gun or two pointed at her by the inner guards of the bar. "It's fine, it's fine, we just finished picking this up from the gutter. Ain't one of us, go about your business", Croaks would announce out loud to have his men stand down. Once the guns were stashed away, he'd shoot a venomous glare at Nina. "You. Really. REALLY. Need those chips", he underlined his words with the heavy pauses. It had been [b][i][u]this[/u][/i][/b] close that she hadn't just ended up as Swiss cheese on the dance floor.

The question she posed was something that Croaks knew the answer to, but would need Ribby to see it through. "Yeah, we'll just need to head on over to-", he began, getting interrupted by the approaching mound of assorted survival gear. The man gave him a glare and held his hands on his sides with their palms up. On his face, as clearly as possible, read the message 'could you fucking not?'. The last few moments had made his day bad enough as it stood right now. "And you know what I can do? I can make this block of town shoot you on sight, so if you wouldn't just waltz in to conversations that clearly don't concern you, that'd be great. Now scram, before I make that a reality", Croaks finally snapped, waving his arm dismissively at the freak. And he wasn't kidding. Two more sentences and he was giving the command. Hopefully the guy had enough of a brain in that fishbowl of his to realise that.

But with that, Croaks would take a few more steps onward, glancing back at Nina to see if she was still following or if she had gotten some bright idea to play nice with the intruding individual for who the fuck knows why. The gang members who had just put away their guns were eyeing the outsider with a dangerous look about them already. They would have the weapons at the ready. Croaks knew this. But his business was with his brother for now.

Ribby understood the matter. Having shared what he'd had, the other chief arranged a side room for a bit of a talk with the unconscious individual, once they would be coming to of course. The person wasn't wholly unfamiliar, sharing something in their form of dress with the ones Ribby had spoken about if Croaks had followed correctly. But now it would be up to waiting for the guy to come back to. Croaks took a look at Nina while he prepared his gun for a possible execution if the captive would turn out all too uncooperative. "So what you want to talk about with this guy? And do you want me to play the bad guy off you?" he'd check the basics before starting.

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