Location: Dressing Room #1, Underworld 66 Club<br/>Tagging: Everyone<br/><hr/>Xam eyes Vialiah up and down and then up and down again, a lecherous gleam in his eye clearly showing his the course of his internal monologue, as small beads of sweat form around the stubby black horns that cover his blue scalp.  Your sarcasm is apparently lost on him or he is a master at faking indifference.<br/><br/>"Laying low would be good," He stubbs out his smogger is a crystal ashtrash, absentmindly brushing some ash from his trouser leg, but only succeeding in smearing the ash and staining his trousers with a sickly grey stain.  "Problem is, my girl doesn't do low, see, she's a novastar and believes that she has nothing to fear from Zenden...like I said, some people don't know how business is done sometimes, am I right?"<br/><br/>"So I've convinced her to hang at her apartment for the next few days, but that's where you come in.  I need to know that whatever state my girl is in, she's covered.  I figure that as the contract expiration date gets closer, Zenden is gonna get more desperate, am I right?"  Xam stands and straightens his jacket, cocking his head to one side, he nodd quickly, "Okay, so Maria will be here soon and I need to wrap this up.  Tell you what, I'll organise a temporary contract with Doc-Wagon so that if the Bantha-shit gets too deep you'll be covered medically and I'll give you each a 2k bonus if you can uncover proof that Zenden is behind the intimidation attempt?, whaddayasay?"