<hr/>Mercenary Review Board offices, Graff and Walter with Lieutenant Shenks.<br/><hr/>The Lieutenant seemed less than impressed and scoffed as he turned around and started to walk off. Walter fell in line behind him and as Graff caught up he whispered out of the corner of his mouth.<br/><br/>"Shenks is a right hard bastard. I suspect they sent him as soon as they saw my name on the MRB-roster. I kind of gave him a piece of my mind last time I saw him and it all ended up in a pistol-duel at dawn. We both got away with a reminder..."<br/><br/>Shenks turned sharply into a negotiation room that had been set aside for them. It was plain, a table and three chairs with a tray of crackers and a pitcher of water along with three drinking glasses. Shenks sat down on his end and didn't wait for the other to get seated before speaking.<br/><br/>"1 million and three tons of quality LosTech. Take it or leave it."<br/><br/><hr/>Free Market District, Janos.<br/><hr/>Janos was taken aback a bit by the rather vicious assault on his personal honor, but showed nothing of it other than a halfhearted smile as they walked on. He was not one to be provoked, especially when a barbaric Kuritan played at being noble by pushing down all those around her. For now he just followed behind her. People were less likely to keep their minds and eyes on them if they assumed he was a servant.<br/><br/>"I can inform you, Lady Miyoko, that I never lend anything to my surroundings. It's foolish to draw attention to oneself, especially in a lair of skullduggery like this." He let that badly hidden insult singe for a moment before they stopped and he got a bit of display of both her legs and her arsenal. "I never carry firearms, my Lady. I am confident in my own abilities."<br/><br/>As they came closer to the apparent place where Miyoko were to get her new 'Mech, he found himself more on edge. This was the kind of place were dressed up Kuritan ladies were probably sold off to Astrakhan warlords. Street urchins swarmed around them and he was careful to not let their hands come too close to him or Miyoko, resorting to a rapid concession of handslapping and chinese curses to keep them away. As they stood at the entrance, urchins having dispersed, he looked over at the Kuritan with a frown.<br/><br/>"I hope you are sure this is the place. I would hate to be sold off into slavery..."