<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7HI4r.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Phil<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Scoundrel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Following<em>The Line</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong>9/3/2505, just after nightfall<br/><strong>With:</strong>Levi, Open<br/><br/>Phil laughed a little bit at her comment.<strong>"Yeah, we tend to attract a lot of trouble. Funny story about dinner the other night, actually. Remind me to tell you about it some time."</strong>They were now well into town, though in the gathering dark and thanks to the sounds of the gun battle on the landing pad, the streets were nearly empty. He followed where he had seen the lights of the engine go.<br/><br/><strong>"For the moment? We're just following where their engines went and hoping we're going the right way. The direction they went was the same direction we landed earlier, I figure we might be lucky and just find them there. Though if you happen to have a com on you, I could try to hail them and see what caused that little mishap and where they ended up,"</strong>he said.<strong>"I didn't bring one with me 'cause I figured this would just be a milk run. Turns out that's not the case, I guess."</strong><br/><br/>He stuck out his hand when he heard voices up ahead.<strong>"Hold up,"</strong>he said. He poked his head around the corner, spying a Levett patrol.<strong>"Well, great. They're not just on the landing pad anymore."</strong>