[Retrokinesis]

"I... that's none of your business. Can't reveal covert sources you understand". He turns his head around and looks at the two men behind him, nods, and they all holster their pistols. "We're not here looking for trouble, just doing our jobs".

Jimmy can't quite get a read on the cop but seems to have deflated their obvious hostility, at least.
Opposed Etiquette roll v. Jimmy Opposed Judge Intentions roll v. Jimmy (7d6.hits(5)=3, 6d6.hits(5)=4)

[RHat]

So, not going to show any sort of identification...  Interesting, but best not to press that point just yet.  Seeing that the guns had been put away, Jimmy relaxed a bit; holstered weapons struck him as inherently less dangerous.

"I understand that just fine, believe me.  But if you can't tell me who it is you're looking for, I'm not really sure what sort of help you're asking for here."

[Chrona]

Considering everything was going as planned Diego just sat still and let Jimmy do the talking, eager to see how the boy wonder, twitchy and the fun one would do .

[Retrokinesis]

"Who we're looking for? Uhm... the wanted criminals? Yeah, those". The lead cop was sweating profusely; apparently, Jimmy's performance had thrown him for quite a loop. "Frag it, boss, they're not buyin' it. Can we stop this now?"

The bartender pulls himself up from behind the bar. "Well they're certainly not going to buy it NOW. Scram!" His body ripples for a moment and, where once a young human man stood, is now a gray-haired ork. Steelfish himself. "Sorry about that little act, omae, but I wanted to see how you would handle it before I gave you the job. Demands a certain finesse and all". He pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lights one with a flick of his fingers. "Besides, your buddy here..." he flicks the cigarette at Three Star, "... thought it would be funny to call-up KE and turn y'all in. Figured I might as well get some use outta that".

[RHat]

"You've got to hire better actors next time, man.  There was way too much off about that routine - waving the guns around like a bunch of low-rent gangers, not bothering with any fake badges...  The Bavarian Fire Drill can get you pretty far, but you've got to minimize questions for that to work, which is really where they got it wrong."  Jimmy shot Three Star a withering look.  "Though you better believe I'm going to be keeping a close eye on starboy here - especially if he figured he could 'turn us in' without knowledge of any crime.  All that said, f we're done with the games, we really should get on with biz."

[Retrokinesis]

"T'be fair, they ARE low-rent gangers. Wasn't expectin' much out of 'em, just wanted to see if you'd shoot first instead of talking". He takes a long drag on the cigarette and points a finger at Three Star. "By the way, I pay KE for protection. Called me up the second you they hung-up with you and warned me I had a snitch. First rule of Hart's: no fucking around with any of the patrons. Try it again and I'll turn your drek-for-brains insides out, boy". He doesn't look like he's joking.

"Now, I do have a job for y'all. International work, flight and personal gear smuggling included. Pays by the day. Floating number and type of tasks, hence the group". He offers a cigarette to Tink across the bar. "Small Fry here is your fifth, by the way. Tech support". He turns back to everyone else, "Need to know who's in or not before I give you Johnson's contact details. Door's over there if you're not up for it, no hard feelin's".

[umraefein]

Ignazio smirks a little when the phoney KE boys turn tail. More from relief than from anything else, he sighs, and walks over to the bar. "We've come this far omae, I don't think anyone's backing out now. Although..." Ignazio turns to glare at Three Star, "If anyone decides to try and shaft us again, they'd better have a hell of a lot more friends."

Ignazio turns back to Steelfish and orders a tequila, straight up. "So, when do we leave boss? As charming as your little bar is, I'd really prefer you just slot and run. The quicker we get on this deal, the sooner we all get paid." Glancing back at the others, Ignazio checks for any objections... or any more surprises...

[Chrona]

"I, Three Star am in, but please excuse me while I ruin a man's life. I'll overlook you ruining my plan for now, Steelfish."

Three Star leans back on his chair and begins typing away on his commlink, sending the blackmail material straight to his Knight Errant contact's wife. After the job he'd visit her and see if she wanted to hire an assassin.

Consider my Knight Errant contact struck from my character sheet.

[RHat]

Jimmy clapped a hand down on Three Star's shoulder.  "You get one warning.  This is it.  Pull something like that again, and one way or the other it shall be the end of you."  He downed the last of his drink, walked over to the bar to top it up, and turned to address Steelfish.  "I'm still in, but I won't take responsibility for the idiot."

He had to shake his head when the fool as good as announced his plan to burn his contact.  Very shortsighted.

[Chrona]

Three star stood up and walked over to the bar as well, standing next to Jimmy, putting his right hand on his shoulder in return. "You get one warning too. Unless it's due to helping me during the job, wounds and the like. Never. Touch. Me. Again."
The illeism broken, he uses his cyberhand to put inhuman pressure on his shoulder, but not enough to harm him.

[RHat]

Jimmy quietly got out his knife and placed the tip a couple centimetres away from getting starboy to start signing soprano.  "Let me be quite clear.  Your little stunt has cost you.  You no longer have the right to set any sort of ground rules.  The fact that I'm not walking and telling everyone I know that you're a snitch who's not to be trusted is a gift, and you don't get to ask for anything more; you did this to yourself.  If you've got a problem with that, you walk right now."  With a thought, he turned his wires on.

[Retrokinesis]

"Let me add one too: they say the ninth circle of Hell is reserved for traitors. I don't go for religious mumbo-jumbo much myself but I do hope it's true, because I'll send you there myself without so much as a second thought. Hell, I'd probably kill you just for kicks and because your so-called style annoys me. You were just dumb enough to give me a reason". Richter's Thunderbolt is in hand, no doubt released from under his sleeve, pointed directly at Three Star's head. "You've got at least three people willing and able to kill you. Make a move. Please"

[Chrona]

Three Star removed his hand from Jimmy's shoulder slowly, taking a step back with his hands in the air. He didn't say anything at first.

"This has made me think, how many of you know first aid, it will likely be needed at some point during a job needing two people who specialize in combat, yes?"

[umraefein]

Ignazio sighed...

"No need. I've got first aid covered. Magic or otherwise. Also, you know if you square off with the team, it'll be all of us. You really don't wanna go down that road, compadre. Now, if we're all done bickering?"

[RHat]

"I keep a decent medkit on hand for if things go pear-shaped, too."  Jimmy turned to Steelfish.  "Now, whenever you decide to tell us about the job and Johnson, I'll be over here."

He walked back over to the table and leaned in to have a quiet word with Richter.  "Thanks for the backup there, omae."