{Snip}
"Of course, officer. Your're late though...", Tyrus answered.
"I'm sure you will get over it by the time you finish your run.", she
answered.
The Ramesar thugs left, walking slowly. Eyeing Tyrus. Ryan got the
impression that they were really looking to Tyrus, and the grocer was a
means to get to Tyrus.
Ryan realized he would not be able to be far away. He hoped one of the
queries he'd sent for an apartment would come through.
With the situation over, Tyrus turned to Ryan...
"So, my new buddy... want to finish our run?"
"I would love to. How far were you planning to go?" Ryan asked him.
"How about through the arts district? "
"I'm up for anything short of 20 kilometers," Ryan told him.
"It's about 2km. There is a locals joint that serves the best tespa egg
and earth bacon. "
"Well, if you'll be my guide, I'll buy breakfast," Ryan offered.
(Tyrus)
"Small price for the honor of your company." He extended his hand to the
man. "Ryan Thompson, by the way," he told him.
(Tyrus)
"Shall we?" He fell into step with the man as they took off running.
(and how does that all go, boss?)
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*****
Randy, AKA
Admiral Matthew Brennan
Ryan Thompson
Khre'Riov Ael t'Khllrenz, Ambassador, RSE
Spacedock
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