"...the two of you, plan to get twenty of them to quit being in a screwball gang?  You are crazy." she shook her head, digging further into the steak "There's still twenty of them, punks or no, that's a lot.  You got a plan or something?"<br/><br/>"We have something in mind." Docca cut in, smirking "We can handle them, I'm sure... 'specially if they're all in the same general area when we go to get them.  All we need you to do is make sure Lone Star looks the other way if they  hear anything 'worrisome'."<br/><br/>"Uh... yeah, not happening; I may not like those punks, but some of the people like the job more than they dislike those punks, and they get paid quite a bit to ensure<em>nothing</em>happens that's a problem in that place.  First sign of a disturbance?  We got cops on the scene." the dwarven woman says, shrugging as she gets into her steak further and further "But, if you do it right, I think those punks stay in buildings that tend to be, well, quite well insulated for sound, if not astrally barricaded as well.  I can't make the cops not show up, but if you do it right, you won't need to.  What I should be able to do is help you get inside, but so help me if you let anyone find out it's me who got you in...  I like my job, I like it more than I like you, and I like to keep it that way, but for those punks I'm willing to help you inside since it makes our jobs easier.  Getting out is your problem, but once you leave the walls I can promise you won't be followed; it's easier if you're just gone unless you steal something big, and takes less paperwork than chasing you into Redmond or wherever you end up going.  Think you can handle that or should I even bother?"