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</div>And there he was. Of course he didn't exactly realise that just yet. The invitation hadn't been formally extended. Jazire watched as the dishevelled looking human entered the club, looking as out of place as a sixteenth century knight would look in a bar in 1920's Chicago. Only his vest marked him as not being some nerdy cosplayer or a time-capsule traveller, but even that was something that looked like it went out of date thirty TYs ago. The rest of his attire was clearly an affectation, designed to make him look like a character from a 300 TY old entvid.<br/><br/>Jazire loathed cops, and she utterly despised bent cops, but this one had proven ...<i>useful </i>on an undisclosed number of occasions in the past. This time she was taking a bigger risk than normal, because the stakes were higher this time around.<br/><br/>She pinged Squil on their private channel and placed a reticle in the V'zaxan's field of vision over where Detective Baines sat at a table further into the club.<br/><br/>FETCH<br/><br/>She sent the word into Squil's brain and her bodyguard nodded understanding and stood, shouldered the autocannon as if it were a plasma carbine and made her way over to where the detective sat, eyeing the room. The V'zaxan stopped in front of Baines' table and smacked a tentacle on it with a wet<i>splop </i>sound to be sure she had his attention, then pointed a tentacle at the detective, pointed the same one at her empoyer, then took a half step back and made a sweeping gesture with four of her tentacles, clearly indicating that Baines should precede her and move towards Ms Almaran.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="11" data-username="@Miren Baines" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/11/">@Miren Baines</a>