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Syx's eyes rolled over the pool players as she waited for Shanra. She recognized the hacker, kids aren't all that common in prison. He wasn't a threat though, so she let it slide. "Coming or not Shanra? If you want to hook up with your lady friend, do it on your own time."

"Good, you're slowing me down." Syx moved through the crowds and towards the exit. "You're worse than Fior." Syx squeezed past a group hogging the doorway, and was tempted to flash her Marshal badge just to get people to move.

She waited until she was outside into the hallways, to take out her access card. One flash of that card would be like flashing a bar of gold. She would be dead in the room within minutes.

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Pendari glanced up at her orb as it beeped, leting her know Sam had been disposed of. That was at least one relief. The plan was to kill him in the beginning, only after he had finished his job disposing of the second marshal, but McClairy was lucky as ever. Pendari tapped her fingers against the bar, brooding slightly. Things would change.

Johnny finished his drink and slipped off to the head for a little privacy. While he was there, he also made some notes on his computer, including the information about Pendari.
When he returned, he circulated around the gaming areas, making sure things didn't get too out of hand.

Myke walks into the rec facilities and stops as he enters the door, taking a glance around and doing a quick head count. If trouble was to be caused here, he wanted to be sure of who, what, and how many he might wind up being up against. Although the crowd didnt look too numerous or tough for him so he would just smirk and make his way past tables before finding himself a seat at the bar top, looking over his shoulder just to do a double check and to see if he couldnt figure out who might be friend or foe. After all, two of the three people he ran into today he already considers to be of somewhat of an ally to him.

Myke closes his eyes and sighs a moment before whipping around in the seat of his chair and with one fist reaching to grip hold of Johnny's collar and lift him high into the air far above the seven foot tall fighter's head and the other fist would poise back, ready to turn his face into mush but he stopped a moment and just glared. He didnt like the feeling of strangers approaching him in this sorta place so setting an example was to him a good idea. Looking up into Johnny's eyes he would give a sort of look that read all over it Give me one good reason why I shouldnt punch your head clean off your shoulders and into next year.

Myke narrows his eyes at Johnny, keeping his fist in place and the smaller man held up. But he was listening to him intently and just raised an eyebrow to show he was inquiring as to what this man had.