Nameless: The Johnson seems at ease. No anxiety, no fear, just calm. You've only seen this kind of mood in the biz with people that are on drugs to keep their nerves down.
Rafa: You notice another man across the street on a roof with a rifle. He's wearing a paramedic uniform and seems to be watching the meet. He doesn't have as good of a view as you and doesn't seem to have noticed you.
The Johnson hands you seven credsticks and mutters under his breath, "There's 3k on each."
Just as you finish counting them, the van comes to a stop with the back facing the ambulances bay doors. Both the men in the ambulance get out, keeping their hands in the open, and come back to help load the tiger and strap it into place.
"Well seems to me you've done a great job at getting Tinks out of there. If you feel up to it, I got another job for you next month. It will be a bit more complicated but you know the location fairly well by now I'd bet," he whispers,he shifts his feet and gives you a smile before changing over to a booming shout as the ambulance revs to life, "but it seems we're wrapped up here so we better rush this poor man off to Renton First before his sorry ass kicks it."
