Osric slowly stepped backwards as he gave Erik a shite-eating grin that was half man and half predatory canine. "Aye, that'll do. Reckon I can work with that. Was goin' t'pass ye off as some Syndicate man, but lookin' at the gear... no question 'bout it. We're going fer Resistance smuggler 'n' crime lord. Y'deal in arms, but y'front it as precious metals. 'Cover story'... lookin' fer some cousin's relation. Y'owe him a debt, see, and y'don't like debts. Make y'rankle. Leave y'pissed." He nodded to himself. "Aye. Stories work best in layers."
He held up a finger.
"No roughin', tumblin', or consortin' with jacks or serps. Next t'last thing we're wantin' is local authority slowin' us down."
He pivoted on one heel and reached for the front door's handle.
"Off t'Vesper 'n' the ferry, aye?"
He held up a finger.
"No roughin', tumblin', or consortin' with jacks or serps. Next t'last thing we're wantin' is local authority slowin' us down."
He pivoted on one heel and reached for the front door's handle.
"Off t'Vesper 'n' the ferry, aye?"
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