<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Myriad, Nadia</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Afternoon, Hyton Inn, Renton</strong><br/>There was no response to the ARO, and the noise continued unabated.  It already seemed like their intel on the number of guards was wrong, now it seemed like the guards weren't acting as expected.  Either Mr. Stone had given them bad intel, or something unexpected was going on.  The guards were supposed to be booked into a room down the hall, but if that intel was as good as the rest...<br/></div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Butterfly, Stella, Junkcat</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Afternoon, The Guzzling Gal, Auburn</strong><br/>"Something like that."  Ronka responded to Butterfly, and Butterfly could help but notice the suppressed wince that accompanied the statement.  Instead of following Butterfly back inside Ronka turned and fished out a cigarette from a pocket.  She lit it as she stared up at the dreary sky above.<br/><br/>Any of the trio who glanced into the main room would see nine new arrivals, all men, mostly humans and orks, all dressed in orange and black leathers with a Jack'o'Lantern patch.  They were all armed with a variety of weapons, some knives, some guns.  The bouncer and drinkers who had been present before all seemed to have vacated.  They seized a number of tables nearest the stage as a scarred old ork tossed a chair towards the kitchen door and bellowed. <br/><br/>"Wher's the 'tainment?  Get the whore out here!"  The rest of the gang cheered and banged on tables as a harried bartender and server raced to bring them drinks.<br/></div></div>