Toontz and Right arrived at there table. The sound of steam being released could be heard from the trench coat. Up close one could start to figure out where the noise was coming from. Toontz was in fact a very small man, though it was hard to tell at first. One could get glimses of what was hidden behind the coat and it seemed like he had a pair of hydrolic stilts that made him appear to be quite taller. He was in fact a dwarf and rumor had it he had quite the complex about it.<br/><br/>"Good evening ladies and gents. I see that Mr. Mab has already started to talk about our little business arrangement." Toontz said with a grin filled with crooked teeth. The bartender quickly brought him over a pint, but Toontz continued to stand. "It really is a simple job."<br/><br/>Fredrick put on his best smile and just hoped the conversation went well. In a perfect world he would have had more time to prep but Toontz was only offering him this deal tonight. He was putting pressure on him to say yes or no. If the answer was no then they would never get his help again and if they said no in the wrong way they would have other problems.<br/><br/>"Please Mr. Macavery we would love to hear more," Mab said hoping his crew members would behave.<br/><br/>"Fair enough. It is quite simple. I will release your ship from its current prison with enough fuel to get to France. From there I require you to fly to the colonies in America. I simple want two crates delivered to a friend in Boston. No questions asked and after that your free to have your ship and do what ever it is you do." Toontz said and then took a long slow sip of his drink. His eyes stayed fixed on the group, with a quiet intensity.