Billy took a sip from his cup, scanning the street as hegrinned, "The last time I saw one of your women, I thought that she was a professional wrestler, but she did have nice... eyes."<br/><br/>He looked over at Clark and studied him for a moment, "I need some information activites for this address and about 2 blocks around it."<br/><br/>He pulled out the second doughnut and offered it to Clark. "The normal drill, active investigations, call-outs and anything that doesn't fit the usual patterns... if you can give me a snitch or two, I can offer something in return."<br/><br/>Billy knew that extended conversations, even here could draw unwanted attention to both of them; particularly as noticable as the uniform was. "The usual trade?" he asked, knowing that even chummers had things that they needed; not that he would call Clark a chummer necessarily.