[ There's a slow and steady stream into Westerley—of workers, weapons, booze and crime and all manner of things that are good for a party, but not so much the stability of Old Town. But that also means plenty of work for those that are looking and willing.
Which is how he's snagged a Level 3—find Marvin Arcklay, a man who smuggled himself in with bad jakk and false papers, deliver him in one piece so they can get his forger's name—which cuts his list of possible partners in (sanctioned) crime a little short, but bothering Koon into submission is a popular pastime.
And so, here they are, out in the bustling streets and on the trail. Lancer glances ahead at the next intersection, cocking his head in thought. They're probably close. Close-ish. ]
Going more smoothly than I expected.
[ He knows better than to expect an easy warrant, but maybe it's just their lucky day. ]
w3 wildcard >:T
Which is how he's snagged a Level 3—find Marvin Arcklay, a man who smuggled himself in with bad jakk and false papers, deliver him in one piece so they can get his forger's name—which cuts his list of possible partners in (sanctioned) crime a little short, but bothering Koon into submission is a popular pastime.
And so, here they are, out in the bustling streets and on the trail. Lancer glances ahead at the next intersection, cocking his head in thought. They're probably close. Close-ish. ]
Going more smoothly than I expected.
[ He knows better than to expect an easy warrant, but maybe it's just their lucky day. ]