<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/Bearded_smoker.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Danny Freeman<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Presidia Colony street/Town Jail<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jay, the crew<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Moving the crew along<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"I speak some Mandarin, enough to get by and if I remember right, better than ol' Jay over here..." Danny thumbed to the pretty lady to his side. "Also don't bullshit the guy, Jay... The only time you ever spoke any Belorussian was when you felt you needed an imaginative sounding curse..." he grinned. "My funny answer is pointing guns at the back of people's heads to get what I want..." he added, making that grin of his form into a rather smart-alec looking smirk. "Okay, that's enough bonding, let's do what we're here to get paid for..." Danny spoke after a beat and looked over to one of the processor maintenance guys walking past the team. Unlike the miners, they didn't seem to be giving the crew a wide berth...<br/><br/>"Hey there..." Danny started, "Can you point us to where exactly we can find Sheriff Fielding?" he asked the random processor guy... The man looked Danny over and answered, "Huh? Well sure... You can find him over there in the town jail..." the guy pointed over to a building at the end of the road. "Cool, thanks..." Danny replied, "Hey, by the way... How much do you know about the things reported missing here?" The guy looked back to Danny and answered again, "Well, you know some people are going missing now too, right? The miners got a couple of reasons for why things are going as they are... Some think there's someone parked up on the outskirts in the canyon somewhere and picking things off..."<br/><br/>The processor guy rubbed his stubble covered chin and looked up as he thought more, "Others reckon it's Fielding himself, so as to justify his job here. People here think they're paying him too much through their taxes, seems everyone is generally peaceful here and when something does come up, ain't nothing stopping the wronged party getting their own retribution over the matter... " the guy spoke finally, pulling his cap brim low so as to keep a low profile as he talked to the Wardens, "...Others think the people and stuff gone missing is just down to people moving outta here... The life ain't for everyone and some people just build up their nest egg and leave of their own accord..."<br/><br/>The guy shrugged, "Anyway, Fielding seems a good man. He's just in what he does and there are as many out there that support him and what he does for the community here than those who detract. Y'see, no-one here really wants to be Sheriff, so they leave him to it. Is more people who would rather there be no Sheriff at all and have a few more credits in their pocket than actually hate the guy. Anyway, you can find him at the jail over there..." once more the guy pointed to the building and made his way off with the rest of his own crew. Danny looked back to the guy and placed his hand up in a wave and a smile and then on to the town jail building.<br/><br/>It's a nondescript looking place and from the end of the street the crew can see it's pretty central in the town with different streets leading off and from to it. The only outward signs that make it look truly different to the other places around are the clear shatterproof windows put up on it and a noticeable security camera that sweeps around, taking in the landscape and the people passing by. "Alright then... Let's go see what this is all about then, eh?" Danny spoke and made his way to the building, looking up to the camera as it moved over his head before opening the door to let himself and the rest of the crew inside...<br/><br/>Inside is a small lobby with a single locked security door that leads further in to the building. A young and attractive female deputy sits behind a desk and as the crew enters she eyes them all with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. She smiles as they enter, though it looks fake and practiced and she has an air of aloofness to her.