>> "Let's head down a bit farther. There used to be a place called the
>> Mother Lode. It was run by a Horta buddy of mine."
>>
>> "AFter you," he told her, following her in that direction.
>
>As Nabru walked, she glanced about to see if anything might clue them in
>to what was going on.
>
Business as usual... beings eating and drinking making deals. Although there was a
slight tension in the air.
>
>The Mother Lode looked like an alien's concept of what Earth's wild
>west of the 19th-century was like. Even Nabru thought the noisy, gaudily
>dressed denizens and fixtures were a bit much. "Didn't say my friend had
>much taste," she admitted to Brennan.
>
>"You didn't have to," Matt told her drily. There was lots of suspicious
>activity. But none of it seemed to be the suspicious activity they were
>looking for.
>
>A waitress approached in a blinding shade of yellow. "What can I get you
>two fellas?" she asked.
>
>"Is Feather around?"
>
>The waitress' eyes narrowed. "Who wants to know?"
>
>"Tell him that Cax'Pa has his marbles."
>
>No less suspicious, the woman said, "I'll see if he's here."
>
Several moments later three (3) thugs came over. Two were Naussican, and third
was a Cardie- much like a Garak, but not as polite or weasley.
"Cax'Pa???", asked the Cardie.
{response}
"Come with us. You have an appointment." replied the Cardassian.
{response}
Brenna and his Intell Shadow, Cax'Pa, left the fashionably loud bar area to enter a
dimly lit stairwell. Up they went to a slightly brighter room, but not much brighter.
Inside were another pair of Naussicans, and a blob looking creature, a Horta on a
table like piece of furnature, possibly looking out one-way glass onto the bar.
The Horta moved slightly in a circular movement, as if turning around, making a
short set of chirps. The Universal Translator (UT) did it's magic.
"So where are they?"
{response}
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