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The tram stopped and Ian walked off, and up the stairs. He turned quickly, looking over his shoulder as he did. It felt like he was being followed. He kept going and went into the enterence on the other side. He got to the lockers and inserted the plastic keycard. It opened without trouble and a black duffle bag fell into his arms. He hoisted it over his shoulder and headed back on the tram to meet with the others.

((Think of the red-line as a play on words for the Red Light. Every major city has one, and no goverment could change that effictivley. We're basically going to the 'bad' part of town looking for jobs to start with, if we decide nothin' there of interest, we could try the nicer places...))

Alex looked around as they entered the red line district. She wasn't a very sophisticated person but places like this always made her skin crawl. She was aware of everything, an old man sitting in a box drinking something that looked alot like oil, a young prostitute messing with her nails and yelling at people passing her, places like this helped convinced her the alliance was wrong. Even they couldn't get rid of places like this, instead they pretended it just didn't exist.

OOC: ok. One thing about Samantha. She's little miss innecent.

BIC: "I'll say one thing," muttered Samantha, "Those coments were kind." This was the first time she had entered into one of these places. Sure there were some on other worlds and such. But she had always side stepped them. Always sticking to the better part of town. The safer part. Right now she is with a group so that made things safer.
Samantha looked about the place and wondered just how safer being with a group was. She clasped her hands infront of her.
"Lets find us a job.."
In her thoughts she added, "So we can get out of here faster."

Alex entered the pub after Neo and Sam and looked around. It was filled with suspicious looking characters but she supposed they looked awful suspicous too. She sat in a booth to the back to futher survey the pub.

Samantha sat down and looked around. This is indeed the first time she entered one of these places. She was always told that if she wanted to get a job, she may need to head for the bad part of town. Mainly because of her record.
Now that she was in this part, Samantha realizes why she set to staying away. There was just something about it that made her nervuse.
Samantha set to trying not to show her discomfort by pretending to not care about what she was seeing and sat down next to Alex. "What do we do now?"

The man realed back from being hit, leaning on the wall. He tried to pull his hand free from the blade, the steel cutting deeper into his hand. "The hell do you think you're doing?! You're insane!!" The man shouted at Ian. Ian didn't flinch, grabbing the man's face and slamming the head hard into the wall. "Still not talking... keep it up." Ian said in an almost dead voice. He took the man's pistol from his pinned hand and pressed it hard into the man's thigh. There was the smallest of pops as he squeazed a trigger, followed by a muffled shout of pain with Ian's hand over his jaw.

"Mmmhph.. Phfp.. Alright!" The man releanted. "I'm a part of the Alliance, low level operative. We were only supposed to tail you and any other recorded browncoat that came to that station." He smirked a little, much to Ian's dismay. "You are so gorram'd dead for this, scum. You are to be bound by law and they will surely take you to the firing squad for thi- ARG!" Another pop, as Ian shot again point blank into the man's other leg, his dead weight now on his pinned hand and biting hard onto his lip to the point of drawing blood. "We're... we're going to make sure no one else manages to start the war again between the planets..." the man managed to whisper.

"Hate to tell you this, but I'm not gonna start any war, agent." Ian said, narrowing his eyes. "You picked the wrong one to tail." Ian pressed the barrel into the man's fore head. "Mericful Buddah! No! Please..." Ian titled his head. "Why not? Your people didn't give me any mercy or spared me any thing..." He squeazed again, a red mist flying against the wall. Ian pulled out his knife, and picked up the shells from the side arm. He checked the men for id, and shuffled them under refuse, leaving them with little to go on than thier finger prints. He picked up his bag and headed to the pub where the crew was waiting for him.

He entered quickly, his face down. He went to the refresher and wiped his face and put his grin back on, that all too silly and carefree smirk he wore. He stepped back in, duffle bag over one shoulder and sat back down, motioning for waiter. The crew looked at him strangely, as the waiter came. "Bloody Mary please." The waiter raised an eyebrow, "We're out of tomato juice, sir. Perhaps another drink instead?" Ian shook his head no, "Why don't you go check the back, okay?" The waiter nodded, and headed towards the back room.

"So how's Ariel for everyone, gang?"