Voze was tired of all this waiting and he was just about to leave as soon as he caught his breath, only a couple more minutes now and he'd start running for it. He just wanted to make sure the area was clear of all those police bots flying about, they were crafty things sending those out, but Voze thought it easy to outwit low life police A.I. However he didn't wanna run into any of there scanners or they'd come down on him in a split second, so he waited, just a little longer. After all it never hurt to be a little safe did it? Little did he know how wrong he he was.

Spotting the craft land on the building adjacent, Voze was planning on making a quick slip, but it was much too late as about five seconds later he spotted Gator hop right down infront of him. If you could see his face through his helmet visor, you'd see a clear frown, knowing he was in a heap of trouble. Then he heard his offer, [i]Take me in or take half of my earnings? Who does he think he is?[/i] Voze thought his head tilting towards Gator. Voze scanned the area around, desperate to find any way around the situation at hand, half wasn't much to him, but he owed money, lot's of money to someone much scarier then the man in front of him. Yet, space prison would set him back all the way, and the prisons around these parts were nowhere Voze wanted to set foot in.

"You see that offer is a tempting one... and I'd be happy to take you up on it, yet... there's one problem, I need the Eon's, it's not for myself, let's just say it's for someone who'd have you and me both gutted before we could blink." Voze exclaimed, eyeing Gator through his black helmet visor. 

"The situation I am in, it's one that's bigger then me and you, or any of the local idiot brigade that your working for, so I'd be happy if you let this one slide..."