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The rogue boss was silent as Blade approached, his gaze calculating though it was pinned on the fire rather than the young man. "Everythin'." came the simple enough reply, his voice a low rumble. "From th' start to th' beginnin'. What ya saw, what they're doin'.... an' what defenses they had to keep ya at bay."

Theirs was a dangerous line of work, opposing the two most powerful factions that had come to a tentative alliance. The boss didn't believe this stranger to be the reason for Raze's disappearance--but he'd know for certain once he heard his story. It was true that dead men told no tails... but Raze had been a fairly decent pilot. If this guy told something other than what he knew to be true, well...

...Looks like they'd be needing a new scout.

The boss begun to rub his temples at this news. "Boy, ye are a coward... Ya had a mission ta do and ya blew it boy..." He growled as he looked up at blade with a none to amused frown. "I hav' every right ta kill ya fer revenge on Raze. Or perhaps I'd keep ye fer a slave?"

He folded his arms across his chest. "So what'll it be than?" He stood and waited for an answer.

[A laugh came from the table at the corner of the tent, where three other sat.

One briskly looking old timer, with a hat and a scar that looked to cost him his left eye; it was mostly hidden amongst a face of fur. He sat calmly paying no mind to the conversation at hand as he took a swig from his dirty cup. A mangled cigar in his other hand, keep ash on the end. The laugh was far to young to be his.

A woman sat polishing a old pistol, a vary old fashion one. Maybe only carried one shot. Her red hair was mostly hidden by a worn dark blue bandana. She adorned that of a blood red coat, the cuffs dazzled with cream colored ruffles. She was far to interested in her gun to have cared about the interruption. She looked to be one to keep to her own business.

The third leaned back in his chair, his dirty boots rest on the table to keep his recline. His hand swept back dark hair from his gaze, reviling the top of emerald eyes; covered by a set of halfmoon shaped seeing glasses

"If not laying at his feet, I can see you on your knees...." The dark haired man easily commented with a snarky tone and grin

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"Ya sound to much like a military dog boy...." He grinned at the dark haired man's words. How true was that? He briefly looked at the dark haired man with a nod. Than when his gaze returned to Blade he frowned once more.

"Your brother was suffering an' ya leave 'em to die? That is not a rogue. First rule o' the land; Protect your bros, and they will return yer favor." The leader added his own flavor to the saying, but the message was the same.

"No matter what was goin' on over there, you ran like a p***y." He looked to a glass of milk that had been resting on the table. With a huff he backhanded the cup toward Blade. "Drink up p***y boy."

There were a few things this rogue could have said that would have helped his case, but unfortuenately he had said none of them.

"He was suffern' boy? And you still did nothin'? Every word you say boy makes me believe more that y'er a coward and a p***y. You 'ave no 'onor... even for a scum. "

"You were not thinkn' 'ov the options. You just wanted ta run boy. That's why you 'er so blind.... still are." He frowned and shook his head before looking back at the man wearing the glasses. "So, what ye think should be done?"

The dark haired man, let out a breath that was almost mocking to the idea as a wild smirk curled at the corner of his lips.

Well the Boy wasn't running now, trying to find a way out of it yes....but not running now.

"Though the b***h'n and moaning, I think I hear something about wanting to be 'understood'?" The man spoke moving a hand though his hair slipping it backwards. The 'bystander' laughed.

"s**t happens in jobs like ours, Jackal." The rouge spoke looking over to the boss. He then slipped his legs off the table and straightened from it. "But this kid only seems to be collecting and rolling it into a bigger ball."

"Don't play the victim here kid." The bystander spoke walking pass the older Rouge at the table. He moved hand to the elder's shoulder and patted him a repectful brother motion. The Darkhaired man tossed the cards to the table for a fold. A winning hand, turned over to deal with this 'kid'.

"You accepted this mission, and any s**t that would go down with it." He spoke and turned his head to the boss.

The man started to speak again. Before the small brown hair girl broke the gathering, quickly.

"Bring him back then!" The girl demanded, her eyes looked as if she had been cry. In secret of course, if asked if she had been showing tears it would be quickly denied. Her fist clinched tightly as she looked over to Blaze.

"You said he might be alive! Didn't you!?" She called

The bystander turned his head to Jackal, and simply folded his arms.

Jackal shook his head.
"Boy, we already sent a few ta fin Raze. I wouldn't send ya on a 'nother job for me as long as I live." He stood to his feet with his arms folded tightly over his chest.

"Now get outta my sights ya coward. We are done here...." He frowned as he motion to the tent door with a nod.

"It's already Done?" The girl asked surpised to the boss. Her eyes started to burn again, as if they threaten to spill over with tears.

"hmpth." Came from the dark haired man as he slipped his middle and forefinger to push his glasses more over his green gaze.

The boss mad didn't even look to Blade as he he left the tent, nor would he reveal how he got such a message across to his gang. The man, he felt, was not worth the time.

He glanced over to the obviously upset woman for the first time this whole interaction. "Aye, We'll hear word in no time. Ye can count on that. No get out, we'll letcha know what the time comes" He sounded rather annoyed. Nothing like an upset sobing woman to make the matter worse....

The bystander, didn't say anything. Only remained silent, not even caring to knowledge the last of the newcomer's words.

The girl made a nod, a arm moved over her eyes wiping away what was there. She move quietly to the exit as well, to wait to hear news on Raze.


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Jackal looked over to "bystander" with the most unamused expression. "So, what'd ya think Riot? Should I just kill'em? Coward's like that give us a bad rap..." He stopped himself from venting too much to the guy. Instead he folded his arms across his chest and waited for a reply.