> > > As they pass in, Fox tosses the granade at the three thugs. "Don't worry
> > > love, it's a dud."
> >
> > t'Llhweiir raised an eyebrow. "Too bad," she replied.
> >
> > > 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...."
> >
> > "I am Siena," she said, her voice pitched to roll caressingly. "I am
in the market for dilithium. There is a region of space near the Klingon
border with the Federation that I am told is especially rich. I'm also
told that war is brewing there. What do you know about it?"
>
> "Know many things about many places. War likely in many places.
> Good for business. Very good for Shorty. What you want to know?"
"I want to know who and why," she replied. "Perhaps they will do business
with me."
(response)
t'Llhweiir ends
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