It hadn’t been a bad haul, all things considered.  It was the dregs after all.  You couldn’t expect dreg gangers to actually carry a large haul of valuables.  But there was enough plain credits, when split evenly among all three of them, to at least rearm, get a few drinks, and maybe some company for a few nights.  Or living expenses for a month or two in the dreg.  Though more like a week if you weren’t smart or cheap with your buys.  One was the smart option, the other the fun option…<br/><br/>That was just the credits from the bangers, their guests and whatever they had stashed.  Then there was the prostetics they were able to get from the bodies in a timely manner.  Those could be sold as well, if they weren’t using the most valuable ones to pay for Bleu’s medical expenses after he got himself shot.  They had barely got the man to this doctor in time, and they had to use the best sale item to keep him alive.  The right arm of the woman that had been shooting at him and then gunned down by the Skulls.<br/><br/>At least Darion was able to keep one of the Skull’s weapons, a Street Sweeper shotgun.  Though he only had whatever ammo he was able to scavenge for it.  He took whatever other weapons he could carry with the intention to sell them for more creds, but was planning to keep the shotgun and his revolver.<br/><br/>The most unknown thing they had found though was the box with the APTS Cybergenics stamped on it.  Just that likely meant it was valuable.  But without being able to open it they couldn’t be sure how valuable, and it looked like someone had tried the brute force method.  But Darion was getting a bad feeling about that case.  While he had been waiting for the doctor he was debating what to do with it.  Toss it in the garbage on his way home or to the bar.  Or take it somewhere to hide until he could figure something out.  Like figuring out what an APTS sealed container was doing in the Dreg?<br/><br/>That train of thought was interrupted when Daddy Shizu came out.  He had a hard to grab the arm since it was more credits.  In the end though he sighed and handed the arm over.<span style="color: #00b300">“Hope that one is good enough for your services.”</span>Then came the warning, bulling another sigh from the ex-soldier followed by a blank look.<span style="color: #00b300">“Thanks for the warning.”</span><br/><br/>Once the doc was walking away with his prize, Darion turned to Valerie.<span style="color: #00b300">“I am not sticking around for his boss to show up.  If you want to leave as well, I’ll take you where you want.  If not, then good luck.”</span>He wasn’t mentioning that he was going to take the APTS container.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>