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Garrett sighed and held up a hand. "Let's stop right there. Ma'am, what's your name?" Upon her answer, he nodded, especially grateful that she'd also revealed Asher's name. "Thank you. Now Asher, this may come as a bit of a shock, but it's clear that you're a ******** idiot." He gave that a second to sink in, knowing full well he now had their utmost attention. "We're Marines. That means we solve problems that more often than not require violence. And now we're here. Can you not see the basic string of logic there?" He gave another sigh; believe it or not, this was him behaving.

"Let me lay it out for you. This planet has a problem, one that clearly affects its inhabitants' lives for the worse. So you can help us solve the problem that's plaguing everyone so you can all get to work on recovery or I can shoot you and get back to business helping the people that actually want to live their lives. Now, can you drop the macho bullshit and talk to us as a mature adult?" During his speech, the safety had been freed by a simple flick of the thumb, concealed by the gun itself as it was held in that casual stance most folks adopted out of a firefight.

"For both of you to start chirping like birds and tell us everything you know." Cibo started quietly. The intelligence agent stopped leaning against the wall and stood proper; the shifting, the imperfect image of what was behind the agent slowly walked closer and closer to the two survivors, hips swaying ever so slightly to add to the surreality of her appearance. Cibo spoke calmly, quietly to them.

"The sooner either of you tell us everything or anything you know about what's going on here, the sooner we can pull your sorry asses out of the fire." She directly assaulted them with words, a departure from all the beating around the bush crap usually done with the damned alien.

'Finally, someone who has a wrist I can twist.' she thought. Even if it didn't work out, Cibo was happier than she had been in a while. Lucky her face was obscured behind the helmet.

Meanwhile, Yotruyan watched with an enigmatic expression on facial feathers. A hand briefly reached up to scratch the tip if his snout before he spoke. "Cibo, why are you so forward with your search today? You're usually...what was the phrase? Beat around the bush when trying to learn about my faction. Are you feeling oh-kay?"

"Because you kept on hanging clues in the air like it was a game." she hissed, eyes still fixed firmly on the rumpled duo.

"Oh. Well. I thought we were playing a game and I was winning. You never just asked you know." the Ottyo replied.

Cibo's knuckles cracked menacingly. "Killy..."

Cibo gave a brief glance over to this 'Briggs' woman and then to Asher again. She sighed, the crass man reminding her of an unpleasant memory. At the least, he gave her something useful. Yes. She wanted to put things into his eye and then some, but, he was a victim, not a perpetrator. Cibo had to remind herself that. No matter how much she wanted to hurt him in untold ways because he called her flat. "Claws. From mutants? What exactly? And why do you have so many?" she asked the man. "And you, Briggs." Cibo spoke. "No way in hell you two are Adam and Eve. Where's the rest? How many mouths do we have to feed?" She asked, making sure to add on the last part to maintain an image of well meaning.

Even if the Ottyo had a point, she was loath to admit it. For now, she had her job to do, prompted to do so or not. As Cibo looked at Briggs though, the hardened intelligence agent couldn't help but feel a slight chill going down her spine. She had the feeling she would forever associate that woman with that.

"Well, ol'circle a'friends here," Asher thumbed to Destiny. "probably has a safer hideout than mine, since she's got people to help her. Mine ain't far, though, 'bout three or so blocks up the road. Juss' got done renovatin', as a matta' a'fact." Even though Asher didn't have superhuman senses, he could understand when things were about to get risky. So, he stepped off the wall and walked over to the glass door of the store.

"I usually ain't one for makin' a B-line to my place, but since I might be gettin' off this planet soon, I'll make an exception." said the Surandanian, opening the glass door to check down the street. He drew out his shoulder-mounted knife, drumming his fingers on the grip, in case something were to jump at him. "The sunlight discourages'm, so as long as we get there before the sun kicks the bucket for the night, we shouldn't have no trouble."

He looked back at the group inside the Mallhark. "Hey, Briggs. Your place? Or mine? Heh heh heh."

"Thass'... about... exactly what they smell like." remarked Asher in disbelief. He wasn't exactly sure what the odd thing was, but it was rather eloquent(to Asher.) "That... means we need t'get a ********' move on."

Finally on the move. "Killy, maintain a rear guard. Evelyn, center-most." Lieutenant Hendlow kept pace with Destiny and Asher, Whisper at the ready, eyes scanning everything.

Between trying to take in how fast things were going, and what the native man was actually saying Adrian didn't have much time to think things through. Instead, maintaining his position in the rear, the sniper kept an eye on their surroundings, his rifle sitting ready in his hands.
For all his looking, he couldn't see any movement. The combined stillness of the city and the talk of claws and a planet wide population reduced to a mere three thousands souls was sobering though. When the group decided to move out, Adrian help his position, assuming he would help Killy guard the group's backs.