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[Little]

Little looks mildly puzzled as inaluct steps between her and Strife, but decides to stop for a moment, slinging he duffel bag onto her right shoulder.

[Strife26]

Strife finally says out loud.

"Fine then, I'll tale everyone here out to dinner. Where's a decent local place to eat?"

Charlie Foxtrot.

[inaluct]

Inaluct pulls out a piece of paper and a black fountain pen and scribbles a note. He hands it to Strife.

Spoiler: Note for Strife (click to show/hide)

Look, you seem to be foreign. You definitely don't know about our customs here. By following you, this female has engaged a mating ritual. Our culture dictates that if you fail to display the appropriate behavior, she is legally bound and required to kill you and eat your head. You seem like a nice person, so I'll give you some information;
1. You CANNOT mention the rituals. That is one of the capital transgressions that will result in her having to kill you.
2. You must stay in contact with her for at least three days after you first meet. I don't know how long you two have been together, but make sure you don't let her out of the immediate are for 3 days.
3. Try not to be alone. She's allowed to move the rituals straight to the killing phase if she wants to, but she isn't legally protected if she does that without you transgressing the rules. Me and the others will stay near you in case she tries.
4. Don't have sex with her. If you do, she gets to kill you and eat your head.
5. After 2 weeks of not breaking any of the rules, she has to disengage the ritual. You will be free. Just last until then.

There are other things, but they're not that serious and probably won't come up. If you see me scratching my chin, that means you're doing something wrong. Wait for me to give you a note explaining it before you do anything else.

Pretend that this note is telling you where we should eat. Be very careful.

[Strife26]

Strife reads the note slowly.

Bloody Charlie Foxtrot. I almost want to shoot my way out of this situation.

"Interesting suggestion, but I'm not much of one for seafood."

They do have seafood here?

"Where do you suggest we go Little?"

[Little]

"Shame you don't like seafood. I love seafood. I've been here a few times before, and I know a nice little Italian place run by a friend of mine. Everybody up for that?"

[inaluct]

Inaluct nods at Strife and says;

"Yeah, sure. That sounds good."

[Duke 2.0]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

 Name:Lucas Fererra, Aka The Duke
Trait: Intelligent
Weapon Specialization: SMG
Combat Skills: Aeronautics, Rotary-wing Aeronautics, Targeting
Non-combat skills: Mechanics, Engineering
Starting equipment: Revolver, Hobbyists Mechanical Kit, Flak Vest(Equivalent of light kevlar vest, just different name for flavor)

 The Duke, a scruffy a fellow with too much poofy hair and mismatched patches of facial hair, suddenly looks away from a small mechanical doodad he found on a shelf upon the repeated mentions of food. He looked at Inaluct and then to the two guests.
 "Oh, no seafood? Damn, I could go for the scaly bastards. As long as Joe hasn't gotten us banned from there yet, we could always add us to another list. Ain't that right Joe?!" At this point he gave a chortle, which ended a second later as he remembered something important. He was about to explain it to Inaluct, when he remembered the company.
 "Uh, ah, when are the tools comin' for my project? It's been a week now, and you know she is all I think about." Judging from the grease on the thin shirt(And what appears to be a simple flak vest he wears like a normal vest) and his junker appearance, she referred to an inanimate object he loved.

[Frelock]

((Ah, shucks Luke, you made the CIA our allies?  Now I have to come up with a new enemy.... Maybe the CIA would work well anyways.  All I'm going for is a standard the call knows where you live.  Why the CIA, anyways?  Weren't we supposed to be fighting the man, not working with Him?))

[Wimdit]

((I was assuming we were going to turn against the CIA bloke. Interrogation, hostage situation, or just murdering him to get at the government's goat... the possibilities are endless!))

[inaluct]

"Little, Strife; this is The Duke. He's a helicopter mechanic. We're currently in the market for some specialized tools he needs to finish some work. Anyway, so we're going for Italian?"

[Frelock]

((I was assuming we were going to turn against the CIA bloke. Interrogation, hostage situation, or just murdering him to get at the government's goat... the possibilities are endless!))

((Brilliant!  That would fit perfectly into my _hopefully epic tale.  I'll finish writing it when I get the time, and post it after you turn on them.))

[Strife26]

"Sniper, Aqizzar, do you have a particular problem with It-Al-Uen?"

They don't, while strangely lacking any diologe.

"Would you mind leading the way, Little?"

[Little]

"Sure! Just let me get out my knife! The restaurant isn't in the best part of town, and it's better to be armed then unarmed. Last time I went there, on the way, some asshole tried to mug me."

She lets out a light laugh that is somehow chilling. Little casually swings out her duffel bag, opens the zipper, and rapidly draws out a combat knife that's painted black in one smooth motion.

"He won't be trying that again. So, I'll lead the way! Bill won't be of consequence, but I still do need a place to stay for the night. I'd ask Carlos, the guy who owns the restaurant, but the last time I stayed at his place he got a little...grabby. I'd hate to break his wrist again. Come on, then!"

Little confidently tucks the knife into her belt under the jacket and walks out the door.

[Duke 2.0]

 Duke was next out the door, turning his head to Strife while grinning like an idiot and giving him a thumbs-up. He thought he remembered this chick, and if the rumors are true...
 Well, this was going to be a most interesting meal. He might even learn something new about human anatomy, mostly involving limits of various joints and bones. That should help him out on his project. As he stepped into the now overcast sky he spun around to gaze back at the pawn shop. He was proud at how well they concealed his workshop, and the extra door he needed added. Nobody would know about it unless it opened on them.

[Luke_Prowler]

[There not allies. It's just a job. Do what you want with him]

As Little and Duke walked out of the pawn shop, they spotted a man walking towards them. He had a worn out brown leather jacket on and blue jeans. The jacket was open and under it one could see a t-shirt that read "My other suit is power armor". He looked about 6' 2', a bit on the big side, and short black hair. A pair of reflective glasses covered his eyes.

Is that guy Strife? Shit, I should have sak for description

"Ma'am, Sir" Luke looked behind Duke to see several more people "Sirs, I need you to follow me"