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Post by A Face in the Crowd on Feb 15, 2012 16:16:37 GMT -5
Jamison followed Alastair in to the place. Taking in every person in the place. If this didn't end in a deal it would be good to know where everyone was. "Killian huh? well I have a propsoition for you. I need some good picked up from my competition. If you ccan do that then we can make sure everyone leaves here in one peice, and I am even willing to turn your cargo back over to you."
Jamison was straight forward with his offer. He didn't see then need to toy around. They were pinned in to the place and had little option of getting out. If they wanted to get out of there they would have to deal with him and his men.
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Post by Friedrich Hoffman on Feb 16, 2012 23:22:21 GMT -5
The imminent attack did not come. Friedrich held his position as the others loaded up the wounded. He expected an assault any second but apparently Alastair had done well in buying them time. It soon became clear that Alastair had also survived what previously seemed like a suicide mission because he came walking back into the facility. The captain had sounded remotely hopeful that Alastair could pull it off but even that seemed like a forced attempt at optimism. Perhaps they all had underestimated their first mate.
Alastair yelled 'Don't shoot' as he entered with another cartel member on his heels. Friedrich considered taking the chance to shoot 'Mr. Jamison' right there and blame it on the language barrier and a lack of clear instruction on who not to shoot. Tempting as it was, the mechanic held his fire as the deal Alastair had negotiated was explained. It seemed a little too good to be true but even at that Friedrich had misgivings about cooperating with the criminals who were just moments ago ready to butcher them all even after having the valuables secured.
At the others spoke, Friedrich didn't let his guard down in the hopes that the cartel boss would assume the others were as alert and heavily armed as he was so that they could maintain some position from which to negotiate instead of the reality of having a bunch of wounded and most of the rest not being the fighting type.
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Post by killian on Feb 21, 2012 19:28:20 GMT -5
Killian wasn't to happy with the idea that he was supposed to be making a del with a Cartel member, in fact he wasn't happy that Alastair had even brought them in to the place to talk to them.
Their choices were limited at this point though. At least they had bought Cadan and Layla some time to get most of the injured out of the place. "It doesn't seem i have much choice at this point do I. Well take you up on your offer. Just send your troops out and we will get the information we need for the pick up and we can all be on our way." It was staight to the point he didn't want to linger any longer then he had to.
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Post by A Face in the Crowd on Feb 21, 2012 19:32:59 GMT -5
Jamison gave off a small chuckle at Killian's attempt to run him off without any reassurance that he would get what he wanted. "I am glad we can make a deal but it isn't going to go down quiet like that I'll have a few of my men escort you back to your ship then we will figure out the plan for getting everything arranged. Once I know we have the goods then we can all go our seperate ways."
Jamison walked over to the front door and stepped out for a second, then right back in. "Most of my men will be out of the way in just a minute the rest will be escorting you all back to the ship. When ever you are ready we can get to work." he knew they would need a few minutes to round up the survivers. None of his men had noticed that the others had slipped out the back of the place.
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