> > Fox quickly ran a the info through his mind, while talking so other
could
> > hear about where they could go later.....
> >
> > Then much quieter, taking one of her hands in his...,
"Sounds
> > like it could be a free lancer. More and more of those these days in
> > Cardassian Space. They are used to carry a great many things, for a
great
> > many races. This one soundss familiar though..... yes, it makes
regular
> > stops here, DS9, and a hand full of border rocks that could be used for
> > another transfer point. I believe that this Cardie transport is just a
> > middle man. However, I do kow a gal here that could find out just where
it
> > is going, where it came from, and who's got the charter. interested?"
>
> t'Llhweiir covered his hand with her other. Her smile changed subtly but
> every male in the room would have translated it as the result of a very
> successful seduction. "Very," she replied.
>
They got up and strolled out of the bar and into the crowds on the
Promenade. They walked around and down to a place where they could have
some privacy....
....and into the even seedier part of the station they went. They
came to a place, a club of sorts with a trio of large Naussicans as bouncers
screening the guests. The appraoched without a worry.
"I am here to see Shorty. Tell him that Lem is here." Fox
replied.
"Short not see you, Humaaan." replied the apparent leader.
"Look, I am an old friend of the slug. I want to see Shorty." he
said again, handing over a fair amount of latinum strips.
Again they are refused. Fox turns to his lady friend saying, "I am
sory, honey, but this may be a very short date." He then turns his
attention back to the triplets of ugliness, this time holding a granade.
What got their attention was the pin hitting the deck.
"Go in there and tell Shorty that Lem is here, and wants to see him.
Tell him that I have loot."
The leader stares right at the pair for a long moment, then relents and says
something in his native tounge to his junior ugly. He goes in and in a few
minutes returns. Says something in return.
"Short will see you, Humaaan."
As they pass in, Fox tosses the granade at the three thugs. "Don't worry
love, it's a dud."
{response}
They enter a dark room and take several steps before they see light. They
round a corner to see a very short being, roughly .75 meters long on a couch
propped up on a very attractive female from Orion.
"Lem, it is good to see you. Better to see you unarmed." said
Shorty to the new comers.
"The pleasure is all mine Shorty. My lady and I want some information. We
have latinum. 12 strips for the annoyance of the granade, and a bar for
starters. The more you tell us the more I can pay."
"Ask what you want. I answer what I will." came the reply.
"My lady...."
