"Hey, don't look at me." Patch said raising his hands in front of his chest in a non-threatening manner, "I just get paid to drive the van from A to B." Turning his body from side to side, making all his motions as easy to read as possible to help keep the guards calm Patch studied each of them carefully.
The room they were in looked like some sort of canteen, with tables and chairs set in rows and a shutter window at one end locked up for the night. Seven guards were scattered around, all of them armed and a little twitchy after having found a prowler sneaking around inside the building. The one standing behind Fox seemed to be in charge, he was asking most of the questions at least, while the two over by the set of double doors seemed the most insecure, their body language nervous and a little edgier than the others.
The two down at the other end of the room seemed most relaxed, and one had put his gun down on the table beside him as he chatted with his partner, the only woman in the group. For a moment Patch wondered if the two of them were dating, or at least heavily flirting with each other, and if he could use that somehow, but the other guards didn't seem to care about their attitudes in any way so he doubted the relationship was a sore point for any of the others, not even the two standing directly behind Owl and himself.
"Hey, you know what it's like at the moment, you gotta take the work where you can get it, right?" Reaching up slowly towards his face Patch prodded the side of his face, which was sore and aching from the bruises. "Although I think this'll be my last delivery working for you lot. Any chance of getting that ice I was promised?"
The room they were in looked like some sort of canteen, with tables and chairs set in rows and a shutter window at one end locked up for the night. Seven guards were scattered around, all of them armed and a little twitchy after having found a prowler sneaking around inside the building. The one standing behind Fox seemed to be in charge, he was asking most of the questions at least, while the two over by the set of double doors seemed the most insecure, their body language nervous and a little edgier than the others.
The two down at the other end of the room seemed most relaxed, and one had put his gun down on the table beside him as he chatted with his partner, the only woman in the group. For a moment Patch wondered if the two of them were dating, or at least heavily flirting with each other, and if he could use that somehow, but the other guards didn't seem to care about their attitudes in any way so he doubted the relationship was a sore point for any of the others, not even the two standing directly behind Owl and himself.
"Hey, you know what it's like at the moment, you gotta take the work where you can get it, right?" Reaching up slowly towards his face Patch prodded the side of his face, which was sore and aching from the bruises. "Although I think this'll be my last delivery working for you lot. Any chance of getting that ice I was promised?"
