<em>"Are you sure these are "our" guys?"</em>Mag was checking out a group of men sitting in the corner.<br/><em>"I guess so. It didn't really say how do they look like, but there are supposed to be three of them. And one is some big star or whatever. So this guy with a whole lotta people gathered round him - he's gotta be that celebrity. Is he giving autographs or something? Wow..."</em>Zal was unusually talkative today.<br/><em>"And the other two are with him, yeah, just not in the mood to stick around with the guy and all those people. Either these two are just tired of the guy or of all the people and attention he constantly gathers around him."</em>Mag let out a silent sigh. Deep down she was a little bit nervous. And Zal obviously felt that, as always with them two.<br/><em>"Or both. Don't worry, calm down and keep a cool head, Meg. And face too. We don't want to attract attention. Let's keep an eye on these. Just in case they will give the signal."</em>Zal, on the other hand, seemed more relaxed.<br/>They were sitting in this bar for some time already before they got the signal. And it was indeed from those men. A piece of paper and a pen - that's the signal. Meg finished off her drink(a coctail made out of something similar to earth's lemons and very light alcoholic tonic, so a rather sour one) and stood up from the table. Very attentive people(such as Nero, for example) could notice a double pistol holsters under her jacket and a shine of two daggers strapped to the holsters as well. She accidentally(or was it really on purpose..?) showed those just for a brief moment, not for long.<br/><br/><em>"Be careful, Meg. And in case anything goes wrong - let me take over."</em>Zal almost whispered, even though nobody could hear her anyway.<br/><em>"I know, Zal. Maybe it's you, who's more nervous than me, eh? Saying all these things, even though they are obvious."</em>Meg rolled her eyes... Well, in her mind, at least. She didn't actually do it. Not to seem weird - these men were watching her now, waiting.<br/><em>"No, I'm not. It's your emotions, not mine. You're afraid and nervous, not me."</em>The voice of Zal now seemed kind of like she's "insulted" by Meg's words. But in reality, they both felt in such way. Not because it was just Meg's emotions and they shared onto Zal's state, neither it was the other way around. They both felt it at the same time.<br/>Up until now, they were always alone, just two of them. They didn't need anyone in their lives(or more like...<em>life</em>?), just each other. But the time has come that galaxy is becoming more dangerous for lonely mercs to handle. So...<br/><br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"Greetings."</em>Meg sat down next to Nero. He seemed a more leader-ish type, than the other guy. He was more calm, compared to him. More calculating and attentive to detail. At least he seemed that way to both Meg and Zal.<br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"So it was you who needs a new person in their team, yes?"</em>Meg looked at Nero, then giving a slight glance at Crash, only to return to Nero after that. No, out of these two, this guy is definitely the one who's in control.<br/><em>"Take it slow now. Not too much information about us. About you. Let's first see if these guys are really those who we need."</em>Zal whispered again.<br/><em>"Stop whispering. You're not helping, Zal. Only distracting. Don't worry, these guys at least don't seem like those hunters we met two years ago."</em><br/><em>"Those didn't seem like the hunters either!"</em>Zal exclaimed. If she were in control of the body, she'd wave her hands, giving way more expression to her words. But... She wasn't. Meg is the "pilot" now, while Zal is the "passanger".<br/>Meg cleared her throat lightly after Zal's words, not even bothering to answer. That time it was Zal's mistake, not her's. But they managed to escape in one piece, at least.<br/><br/>And this small dialogue happened only in their head, in mere seconds. Just in the slight pause between Meg's question and these men's answer.