[Lumen]

Knives nods and points to the Fly-Spy, "Does it work?  Fly good?"  He mentally kicks himself for all those skipped foreign language classes as a lad.  The smell of the grill catches his attention as his stomach lets out a growl.  *Damn need to grab a bite before we get to deep in the shite.*

[Scawire]

Mantis doesn't like that he can't get a read on the location of where she is. Mantis wonders how he will find her if he can't get a location. HUMMM ? What is it that caused her to disappear? With out being able to ask her location maybe some back ground info could help lead to a trail that might get to her.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen____
Fly very good sir. For you sir, 800. Very good fly


__Scawire___
She slides her hand back slowly, adjusting her position on the seat , propping arms on the edge of the table and her head in her hands as you turn the card face up.
The card depicts a cherub or maybe an angel, blowing a ceremonial horn with a crowd of jubilant people underneath.
Judgement. Her deeds need be answered on this plane, for her to move to next. Her journey with you ends, a new one begins.
Next card.

[Lumen]

Knives shakes his head, *Fuckin knew it.* 
"For me 200 and you prove it works."  He crosses his arms over his chest trying to convey through body language that he meant business.

[Scawire]

Mantis really wish he could ask where Jen was that would make finding her a lot easier, but he will take what he can get. As his mind races with question after question he decides to see if he can get help first with where to look then go for details on what threat he has to go through to get at Jen. I know you said I can't get a location for her, But I was hoping I could get a starting point. So where should I start looking to find her? Mantis hopes this will rekindle a dead trail.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
He winks at you, obviously glad you had the spirit to haggle.
Aha, big business man you are. 700 for you sir, very good fly!

__Scawire___
The card, turn it
You flip the third card over, an image of a medieval looking man holding an icon bearing the five pointed star awaits.
Page of pentacles. You have big responsibility, you must lead team well, gather resources and use wisdom.
Opportunity rises soon.

[Lumen]

Knives holds strong clearly not enjoying the haggling as much as the shop owner.  *Damn usually the family name does me negotiations for me.  I have got to get back to the East End!*  He shakes his head again.  "225.  You show me fly."

[Csjarrat]

Ok, Ok big man. You see fly, 400 good sir.
He opens the tatty cardboard box and pulls out an equally tatty looking commlink as he places the fly spy on the table full of junk in front of him.
With a gesture of his AR glove, the fly-spy takes to the air, circles around the man's head and lands in his open palm.
Very good fly sir. 400, low price.

[Lumen]

Knives nods, "Fair enough it flies pretty good.  300."

*Damn I can't tell if this guy is good or just really annoying cause of the language issues.  I hope Dunk can make this thing worth the money.  Oh yea speaking of...*  Knives mummers a message subvocally to the team, <Oy lads.  I dunno about you fellas but I could use a nip before we get to the real work.  Want me to grab a bite for ya?>

[Csjarrat]

No sir, I do you very good deal, show you good fly. now you buy. 400 my friend

//Yeah, I'm starving mate. Grab me something and i'll meet you back where I dropped you off//
Mantis's comm-line had been very quiet and his lack of communication was starting to gnaw at the back of your mind.
Sure it was pretty busy round here and sure there were plenty of things to look at... but still, you didn't exactly come here to see the sights.

[Lumen]

Knives sighs and relents, "Alright mate I'll take it.  Pack it up."  Digging through his pockets for a minute before producing a credstick. After loading it with 400 he hands it over to the shop owner.   Once he's got his new toy in hand Knives heads back out onto the streets in search of the source of the smells that caught his attention earlier.

<Oy Mantis, you still with us mate?  You want a bite? >

[Csjarrat]

The old man smiles, his wrinkled face furrowing even further as he passes you the drone in the box along with the RFID ownership tag.
Thankyou sir, have good night

Heading through the melee of the crowd, you spot a street vendor hawking kebabs from the side of a van through the row of stalls to your left.
As you push and shove your way through the mass of people, you round the top of the row and join the queue. It smells divine and judging by the queue length, was obviously a very popular attraction.
Five minutes pass and still no reply from Mantis.
A deep voice; slightly annoyed, rouses you from staring at your comm screen.
Oui? Monsieur?
You look up, a little startled as the queue behind you tuts at the unnecessary hold up. The proprietor of the kebab van stares at you, gesturing at the menu in a "what the fuck do you want to order" kind of way.

[Lumen]

*Damnit Mantis this is no time to go AWOL on me ya knob.*  Knives is startled a bit as he steps up to the van.  He only glances at the menu knowing he wouldn't understand what it said anyways.   He points at the top of the menu then holds up four fingers,  leaving his meal up to fate.

At this point Knives' patience is running thin and he tries calling Mantis rather than just sending messages.

[Csjarrat]

the van man grunts and dissappears into the back for a few minutes as he prepares your food, returning shortly with four trays of a sweet smelling meat kebab in a pitta wrap covered in a spicy smelling sauce.
It's a bit of a handful to carry with the drone in a bag too, but you swipe the credstik and head back to the RVP with dunk. You try mantis's line but it rings out. Curiosity turns to concern as your mind races. What the fuck had happened to him? As you stand at the corner of the street waiting for Dunk, you begin to tuck into your kebab. It's pretty damn good, though you have no idea what kind of meat it is or what the rest of the stuff was.
Mopping up the last of the sauce with the scraps of pitta, a booming and not unfamiliar voice erupts from behind you in a heavy cockney accent, taking the piss in pigeon French.
BONJOUR, you 'orrible litte cunt. Fancy seeing you 'ere!
You knew that voice...
and it didn't belong to an old friend.

[Lumen]

Knives turns slowly in utter disbelief.  *No way they banished that troll twat down ere too...*  He stares blank faced at the source of the insults hoping the disguise was enough to confuse the ignorant wretch he assumed had followed him from the east end.