[Takasugi replaces the pipe between his lips, teeth brushing metal audibly. The bar he'd recommended was less likely send someone down it's steps bleeding or dying than the establishment they'd just exited, but it was far less lawful.
A gathering place for members of the resistance, most would assume that anyone inside had some role to play in the fight against the Company.
He gives the woman a lingering glance - though not to appraise her trustworthiness. If their was a traitor in their midst, the patrons of that bar would know.]
Sure. [He gives a tilt of his head to signal their leave, and ambles his way through the dim light of the street to their destination. When they arrive, he presses his knuckles into the damp wood of the door, turning the knob for the woman at his side.] Go on in.
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A gathering place for members of the resistance, most would assume that anyone inside had some role to play in the fight against the Company.
He gives the woman a lingering glance - though not to appraise her trustworthiness. If their was a traitor in their midst, the patrons of that bar would know.]
Sure. [He gives a tilt of his head to signal their leave, and ambles his way through the dim light of the street to their destination. When they arrive, he presses his knuckles into the damp wood of the door, turning the knob for the woman at his side.] Go on in.