Spurnings and Spendings

[Bishop Morse]

- City of Decker, Beaumonde -
May 1st, 2517

The large red vessel came down onto the cold steel landing platform. The sky was clear, but the ground was a bit wet. The drainage system that was all over the greater cityscape regions of the planet did a fairly good job at keeping the water off the ground, but it wasn’t perfect. So there were still damp areas, and a puddle here and there. But other then that, there wasn’t much trouble with the weather. Rain was just an everyday part of Beaumonde, so people that were native to it were well adapted. When the ship came down, it gave a heavy thud. A bit of a gust picked up around the vessel as a result of it’s landing. The small terminal in front of the large red ship flickered on, and on it showed the words The Logan. The identification would only remain there as long as the vessel was there, and after it would leave, that data would disappear.


On board the ship, some of the crew were moving up towards the top of the ship. Climbing up the stairs, which lead from the upper deck, to the shuttle bay. Leading them was the blonde haired captain of the ship. Behind him was Ray, and Scruggs. They came up the stairs and reached the top.

Before them was a dark blue Skiff with red trim. The aerial vehicle was only about 4 years old, but looking at it you’d think it just came off the assembly line. Standing beside it was a dark brown haired man in a heavy coat. He was holding a Martinson .22d rifle over his shoulder when the rest came walking up. As opposed to the others coming up, he was the only one who was visibly armed. But the simple fact was, they were all walking with weapons.

”What the hells takin so long ta get up here?! If were gunna be goin then lets be goin n’ gone. Lots a better things I can be bein doin then standin’ up here waitin’ fer nuthin.” Yelled Bobo. He’d been standing there for about 5 minutes, and like always, he was very inpatient.


The rest of the crewmen began to walk towards the Skiff, not taking much note of what Bobo had said. It was just the simple known fact to them all, that Bobo was rarely in a good mood about anything. Bishop moved towards the back of the large room, while the others began boarding the skiff. Bishop came up in front of a small control panel, similar to the terminal outside, and hit a button on it. Above the men the ceiling began to divide down the middle and slide down into the walls beside them.

He turned around and began to walk back towards the skiff. He hopped up onto the craft and got inside the pilots position. He activated the com on board the craft, and spoke into.


”Alright Andy, we should be back well before dark. Think you can handle that?” Bishop asked Andy through the com sarcastically. This was a usual ritual, but tradition was tradition.

”I’m thinkin’ my one man crew of Hoffman’s gonna need to start learning the meaning of respect.” Andy called back through com.

”Ya, that asshole does have it a little good, every time we go for a run, he never wants to come. What a prick. Well good luck.” Bishop said. Bobo and Scruggs laughed at the remark.

Bishop shut off the com and started the skiff up. The light engines roared up, and the craft lifted out of the ship. The shuttle bay doors shut once they were up, and the skiff began to move forward towards their destination.

[Ray Hudson]

The day, like most day's before it, was mundane and boring. Ray was in his quarters laying in bed. He was reading the memoir, Through steel and glass by Anthony Rhetoric. The book chronicled the authors struggle with alcoholism and his attempt to accomplish his dream of owning an advertising company. The books grim yet humorous tone greatly appealed to Ray, and he didn't feel self-conscious when he laughed aloud at something he read.

When Morse walked into the room Ray held a finger up so he would not be interrupted. He finished up the page he was on and looked up at Morse.

"Time to head out?" Ray asked, despite how obvious it was. Morse confirmed that they were now leaving and Ray placed his bookmark in between the pages. He removed his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes.

Ray had received surgery on his eyes at a young age. His eyesight was lacking and his mother wanted him to receive a procedure that would improve it. The surgery was a success and he was seeing perfectly fine for years. In Ray's growing age, however, his eyesight is slowly starting to dwindle. The surgery was never intended to be a permanent fix but it would last him for many years. His eyesight hadn't deteriorated to a point where it was a hinderance. The doctor had claimed that Ray was still young and his sight wouldn't start to be a problem until his mid forties. Ray could still read without the use of glasses but he found it easier on his eyes to wear them when reading for long periods of time.

Ray placed the book and glasses on his bedside table and got up from his bed. he stretched and grabbed a pen. He placed the pen in between the teeth on the side of his mouth and bit down hard causing a loud popping sound in his mouth. Morse would typically claim that doing that would cause Ray to get arthritis in his jaw and that it would be eternally painful.

After putting on his black boots, black coat and strapping on his pistol they proceeded to the top of the ship were the small skiff resided. Ignoring Bobo's comment, Ray walked into the skiff and found himself a seat. Ray joined in the laughter at Morse's short conversation with Andy. The ship lifted up and took off.

Ray looked around the small ship and breathed in deep. This resulted in a few short coughs. He tapped the palms of his hands on his legs and just kept looking around. After a short term of silence Ray said something.

"Clear skies...thank God. Last couple of times we've been here it was pouring rain. Worse than usual." Ray clarified his statement since rain is so frequent on the planet. feeling uncomfortable just sitting idle, Ray started to rhythmically tap his foot on the floor.

[Bishop Morse]

26 Minutes Later



Ray had it right. The weather on Beaumonde seemed to have been getting progressively worse as time went by. But for once it has smoothed off, if only for the flight towards where they were going. The bad weather on the planet was hard to pin on anything, but most people had just come to the conclusion that it was one of those passing things that went away with time.


Morse looked down and through the windshield and then at the console. They were evidently right near their destination. Of course him looking down from above didn’t tell him that. He placed his hand on the leveling throttle and started to bring the skiff towards the ground. Airships like this were fairly responsive, and the way they’d kept it, there was no difference between the craft today and the day it was made. The skiff came right over the ground and started a low hover. Then a set of landing legs came out from beneath it, and the crafts engines began to die off. Morse shut the craft off and activated the roof retraction. Over the 4 men’s heads the clear ceiling pulled back.


They were off to the side of one of the iron streets. There were quite a multitude of people moving all about, and not one took notice of the craft which had just landed. Such a thing was very common here. People just continued to go forward with whatever they were doing as the men began to get out.


Morse hopped out and looked around. They were in an area where the buildings weren’t very large. But at the end of this street there was one building which sat substantially larger then the rest of them. It was a large, square, warehouse sort of building. But unlike other warehouses, it was well painted, and had a holographic image of a Rodent carrying a bag. Just above the image flashed the words “The Rats Pack”.


”Mmmk, You three” Morse said now looking at the rest of the men he traveled there with, ”Stay here by the skiff. Bobo, you see anyone get too close, you know to do. Scruggs, you see Bobo getting too close to killin someone, well shit, don’t get in his way. Ray....... ya.” Morse finished

”And what de’ fuck’r we sposed ta do if it starts rainin’?” Bobo asked bringing his rifle to bare.

Morse started to look up at the sky, then looked back down at Bobo. ”Well, shit. Scruggs might have an idea. Ask him if it comes up.” Morse finished. He turned and started walking towards the large building at the end of the street. Like always he never checked to see if everything was being done the way he planned. He just presumed that Bobo was about to start bickering with Scruggs.

[Ilana Logan]

The Delamater Twins

Standing behind the counter at the front was a red headed woman who was packing something onto a shelf. The room around her wasn’t very deep, as there was maybe 10 feet at the most between the door and counter itself. It would have seemed awkwardly tall if there hadn’t been a series of dark colored tarps stretched from one wall to the other, to make it seem as though the ceiling was lower then it actually was. The light inside the room wasn’t very bright, but there was light pouring in from outside as the front door was open. A cold breeze was blowing through, as it had just stopped raining not more then an hour ago, but the temperature outside was rather pleasant so the extra flow of air wasn’t that much of a bother.


The red headed woman, who had very pale skin, finished loading in small boxes into the shelf behind her. The shelf itself wasn’t really much of a shelf, but a series of holes which moves straight on through to a room on the other side, which one could see clearly standing in front of it. The walls were gray and metallic, but showed no sign of rust because they were well maintained. And because she was finished the woman plopped herself down on a stool which was behind the counter, and fished in her pocket for a cigarette. Once she found one she plopped it into her mouth, and struck up a match with which she lit the end. She placed the match into an ash catcher, which sat to the right of the counter, and it sucked in the smoldering match. The match disappeared down the little hole in the devices center, and then the hole ceiled off.


She took a drag off the back end of the cigarette, formed a small “O” with her lips, and blew the smoke up into the air. She glanced outside a moment as she heard a set of footsteps approached. Then to her surprise, a man in a dark colored coat with blonde hair streaking down his back stepped inside. She knew very well who it was, and was very surprised to see him.

”Morse! Good to see you.” She said, removing the cigarette from her mouth.

Then from the other side of the shelves on the back wall which she had been placing things in, a face appeared.

”Did you just say Morse?” came the voice a woman, who sounded identical the woman at the front.

”Yup, looks like he’s come to pay us a visit.” answered the woman outside, tilting her head towards the shelves as she did. Then turning back. ”How ya been man?” The woman at the counter asked, holding the cigarette with the two fingers long fingers on her right hand, while wearing a smile on her face.

[Bishop Morse]

Morse had walked through into the converted warehouse. He’d been inside the twins shop many times, and got to know the layout fairly well. So when he walked inside, all he saw was the red headed woman. ”Hey, hey Alexis!” Morse said with a pleasant smile on his face. Before he could say anything more he heard the voice of Alexis’s identical twin on the other side of the “wall”, and when his eyes focused he could see her moving. ”Hey Erin.” Morse said quickly hearing the woman’s voice. When the one at the counter continued, Morse looked back at her. ”Well I’m still breathin’, so I guess not bad.” Morse responded, in a usual way that had a rationale behind a meaning. Replying with “good” alone just didn’t cover things accurately most of the time.

”How’s things been on yer end?” Morse asked in an open question towards both of them. He intentionally didn’t ask about Alexis’s child, it had always been a subject he’d stayed away from. He was never sure about how they felt about that, because he knew the circumstances of how he came to be, and he knew Alexis and Erin fairly well. Because of this, he never considered speaking about the child to be a very good thing. But the twins knew Morse fairly well too, and they would likely be able to discern that he didn’t come there, just to visit, nor did he likely come alone.

[Ilana Logan]

The Delamater Twins

Alexis lifted the cigarette back up to her mouth as Morse answered her question. But before she could inhale he was already coming back with a new question. How to answer it struck Alexis immediately. ”Pretty good.” She answered. Then she put the cigarette back in her mouth, taking in the breathe of smoke she’d been yearning for. She released if from his mouth again, tilting it down so it wouldn’t go wafting over towards Morse. She looked over a moment at her sister who was standing at the door beside.

”So what brings you around here?” Erin asked pleasantly. She saw her sisters cigarette and it made her crave one too. But she’d actually just finished one so she could hold off for a little while.

Alexis looked back at her sister again. ”What do you think he’s here for? He wants to buy somethin’, ya Chwen.” She said sarcastically, as it was probably obvious, since it was typically the only reason Morse ever came around.

Erin didn’t seem as amused as her sister, but instead got a bit defensive. ” Ai ya, hwai luh! How was I sposed to know?” Erin asked, aggressively trying to justify her question. But she realized that was always the reason. Though he did also come and catch up and see how things were, he typically was always there to get something from them. But they were never so direct.

”Hoo-tsuh” Alexis said, which caused her sister to move to go back to through the door she’d come in from. She looked back at Morse, who had been standing their watching their little quarrel. ”Why don’t you come on back Nuhn Jwei,” Alexis said holding up her hand towards the door Erin had walked through. ”I think I still have a container of that awful ‘homebrew’ back there.” Alexis moving slightly towards the door, waiting for Morse to go through first.

[Bishop Morse]

Morse did absolutely nothing to step between the minor altercation between the two sisters. It was an incredibly common thing for him to see, he’d be surprised if it didn’t happen several more times before he left. It was a common thing between siblings, and a concept he himself was all too familiar with. He didn’t think much of it, and just leaned against the counter as it happened. But he did agree with Alexis on this one, it was generally the only real reason he actually came to the ‘Rat’s Pack’. Granted, he also kept up on current events while he went through their inventory, but the main reason was always that he had business to conduct.

When the offer for a drink came, Morse’s eyebrows went up, showing agreement with the thought. ”Ooo, if you insist.” Morse said in a way that made it clear she didn’t even have to ask. Of course he’d brought some with him, it was never a bad idea to take what’s free.

He got lifted himself off of the counter quickly and straightened himself up. He walked around the counter towards the door, which Erin had walked through moments earlier. He stepped through and looked around. The light in here was a lot better then in the other room, as it had industrial power strips running across the ceiling. There were shelves all around, which made the place into sort of a maze, as they were tightly packed, and presenting walls. The store was a warehouse, which the twins had converted to house their large inventory. All that was in the first row of shelves were an incredibly large amount of canned food, ceiled together by small connectors to separate them together in packs of six. These were more or less just the easy portions, that when people came inspecting the stock, so that they won’t think they were holding anything that was “less then legal”.

His eyes caught a loader off to the side of one of the shelves. It was smaller then the bigger ones, which he knew were at the back. The device reminded him of something he wanted to bring up. ”Wanted to mention, I’m in the market for some transportation. Among other things anyway.” Morse said, starting to get on to the business side of things. He didn’t want to forget and have to remember when he’d already left.

[Ilana Logan]

Alexis brought Morse forward into their warehouse. Her sister, Erin, had disappeared off to the other side of one of the long shelves to their right. She’d likely pop back up later, but for now Alexis how to keep entertaining their guest. She led him down the way between the shelves. They hung a right, then hung a left, and continued walking. They passed by all sorts of boxes, cans, and loose materials, which were stacked high all over the shelves. In spite of their assorted nature, they were all very neatly organized, and were clearly categorized some how, though it was difficult for anyone who didn’t work there already to figure out how. Alexis knew very well that Morse didn’t know how. Finally they moved out of the shelves and into a more open area. There was a small table of sorts, with a grouping of glasses. It had also various bottles and containers on it.

”Here we are.” Alexis said stopping. She grabbed a silver container which was at the back and popped it open. The scent filled the air around them, and Alexis was a bit taken back. Her eyes watered a bit, and her nostrils flared. ” Ai ya, hwai luh! That’s it alright.” she said pouring the contents of the container into one of the glasses. She ceiled it off quickly once she had the opportunity. The glass was filled fairly high as she had had some trouble leveling her hand as she’d barely been able to look at it while she was pouring.

Alexis set the container back down, and grabbed a bottle. She poured herself a drink as well, though hers was a of bit more high quality drink. Hers was a darker brown color, a serious contrast to the off colored brown, which Morse’s was. She leaned against the table a bit, and looked down to her left a bit. ”Well, we happen to be looking for buyers for a few bits our stock in that regard. But let’s handle your smaller purchases first.” She said taking a sip, then lifting off the table. ”You tell me what you need, we’ll head over and show you what’s in stock, and we’ll head on, assuming your wallets in the right standing it was before.” She said starting to walk. ”Come on, lets get you what you need.” She kept the glass in her hand as she headed off towards the other end of the warehouse.

[Bishop Morse]

Morse took the glass as after it was all full up. He lifted in his hand and took a small sip off the top, and listened as Alexis made comment on his mention of a need for transportation. It wasn’t the main thing he’d come for, as the Skiff still worked fairly well. Unfortunately there were many times when a ground transport might come in handy better, or even a shuttle, and they just didn’t have it. The Skiff had done fairly well for them in the past, but unfortunately its cargo capacity wasn’t very large, and over it all it wasn’t so good. But they had come into some money and investing in the future was always a good idea. And the Delamaters had never let him down before when it came to him needing something for his line of work. Therefore he had no reason to doubt they could help him out now. And so he turned and followed Alexis down towards the soon to be possessed items.

They walked through the shelves searching for the items on Morse’s list. Emergency medical supplies, and a holo-Image Projection Suite, were the things they picked up first, and Morse was somewhat tempted to acquire a motion sensor array and gun scanner. But he realized that the scanner would just annoy him as there wasn’t a single person that came their ship he didn’t expect to be carrying a weapon. Stronger offense was always better then defense, so he’d make sure that he was always in a better position then his opponents and his allies. They moved through a somewhat hidden portion of the warehouse, which was hard to get to. If you didn’t know where this was, you’d think you were going to a back exit or a dead end, but that was how it was supposed to be set up. When they swerved through the pathways, they arrived at a small back section. This was where Morse’s primary focus had been. This rather small, dark room, was completely stacked and loaded with shelves full of firearms, weapons, explosives, and ammunition. Of course a good amount of the stock was illegal, and such precautions were necessary because of inspections. Morse tallied off quite a collection of weapons. Several pistols, and multiple 2 handed weapons, in addition to a number of explosives.

The two weren’t grabbing any of what they were finding. Alexis would simply write it down on a data-pad, and the workers would come around and grab them momentarily. And they had a decent amount of work ahead of them, as he’d bought enough weapons and ammunition to rival that of a squad of Alliance Soldiers. He thought about grabbing more, but combined with his arsenal already aboard the ship, he couldn’t really see the situation where they’d be using even half of it. But the concept of having and not needing being better then needing and not having was quite a prevalent one. Having finished acquiring the self defense portion of the list, Morse was anxious to continue on with the rest of their end.

”So lets see the chai neow batch you got sittin’ outside for me.” Morse said, still holding the glass he’d been given from earlier. It still had over half of what it did to start in it. But Morse knew where they kept their vehicles, and outside was where it would be.

[Ilana Logan]

The Delamater Twins

Alexis kept catalog of everything that they passed which was on Morse’s list. If he saw something, he’d point it out. They’d discuss what it was for, and then haggle over price just a bit, and then continue. They did this time and time again, even unto the moment they arrived in the armory. It was point of pride for Delamaters to be able to get away with the amount of illegal items in their possession. And they were always selling and restocking, and a lot of those things never even left the world. But supply was never down, and neither was demand, so they’d continue on. She’d write down everything that was selected, and the workers would appear behind them to acquire the item. She also kept a running total of how much each thing was costing, on top of the total. But eventually they were through with all the smaller items, and Morse seemed more interested in the transportation.

”This way.” Alexis said, bringing him towards the far back of the warehouse. They walked once more through all of the endless shelves stocked full of items of interest. After walking quite a ways, they reached a large opening, in which a vertical sliding door was lifted up. Light poured in from outside as well as wind caused by the difference in air pressure. They continued right on outside and around them there were a great deal of vehicles. They ranged from small transports, shuttles, ground haulers, and hover cars. Erin was standing outside talking to one of the workers. When she saw them she stopped, and started walking over. ”So, what are you looking for?” Alexis asked. There were so many different kinds of vehicles and models, that it was important to narrow down exactly what form a person was looking for.

[Bishop Morse]

Morse stepped outside with Alexis into the cool air. Surrounding them were a great deal of vehicles. When she mentioned that they were looking for buyers, she was serious. And all the vehicles seemed fairly well maintained. Off to his left there were some men working on a Skiff’s engine. They were renovating old vehicles and then hawking them off to people. Smart business move, people sold vehicles fairly low when they were used, but if they were brought back to life, and the salesman lied about it, you could practically be stealing money from them. Morse had known the twins long enough though that they wouldn’t try to screw him over, but if they did, he’d see it coming. He was in need of both atmospheric and orbital transport, so his eyes perused over what they had. The vehicles weren’t kept in any sort of order from what he could see as they were all mixed together. You’d see a junker shuttle sitting next to roller-steed, and then other vehicles that just didn’t match. His eyes were caught on a vehicle near the end. It was larger then most of the others here, somewhat boxy in shape, and had several fins. This was a shape he hadn’t seen for a quite some time.

”Is that an R-P 7 Scarbridge?” Morse asked, somewhat rhetorically ”I haven’t seen one of those since the war.” Morse mentioned, referring to the fact that such shuttles were often used as cheap dropships. ”Assuming that things workin’ right I’ll take that.” Morse said his eyes moving to the right. He wasn’t one to mess around looking for vehicles, namely because he knew what he wanted within a few seconds of seeing it. There was no point in hearing about the features of other things, because he knew what they had fairly well. He didn’t know much about specifics in engine power, or lift, but he knew what was faster then what, and how much something could hold. ”That too.” Morse said pointing at a yellow hover mule sitting just to the right. It’s paint job wasn’t great, but he knew that vehicles like that worked very well. And even if it didn’t, Hoffman could always fix it. They had needed a fast ground transport. You can’t drop in from the air everywhere you went, especially in a shuttle. Sometimes people didn’t care, but most of the time they took notice. That would be a good way for them to work around it.

Morse started to turn around back towards the twins, when he saw something that caught his attention. It was a flicker of red, shiny red. Most of the vehicles here weren’t painted the best, but that had looked like a brand knew zarac-job. He walked backwards slowly to try to get a better view of what had passed in front of his eye. Slowly, the image of this sleek machine was roughly 30 feet away from him. It had a very smooth, not very tall, but somewhat long. It had a long cockpit, with a windshield running all the way over it as a roof. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it was very out of place here. ”What is that?” He asked rather captivated by the machine that was sitting across from him.

[Ilana Logan]

The Delamater Twins

Alexis and Erin both looked down towards what Morse was looking at. But they both knew fairly well what had caught his attention. It caught their attention in the same way when it was offered off to them. In a lot of ways it was considerably out of place sitting where it was, but it was the only real place to keep it. They stepped forward, following Morse as he walked backwards, and then stared at it as well. The vehicles were more Erin’s department, and her sister didn’t know a whole lot about vehicles at all. So this would be Erin’s to peddle their wares.

”That is an S.E.C Model 4 Aerial Transport. The “Black Drake”." She started in stating it’s specifications. ”It can do 600 hundred in 6 once it gets up in the air.” Erin said. She liked the vehicle herself, so she decided to look into it a bit.

”We bartered it off someone who was running from the Feds. He needed a less suspicious machine, so we traded him a ’39-C Skyrover." She said. ”Sure ripped him off good. We changed it’s registration codes, since we knew it was stolen.” She stopped as they all walked over closer to it. ”We’d be up for selling it. Sticker’d at 1,200 on the lot. We dropped it to 1k.” She said. There was no need to hide anything from Morse, they all had illegal business’s. And they could hurt each other equally if need be, but neither the twins nor their friend would be willing to do that. So it really didn’t matter much what he knew about the vehicle, and he was bound to either ask those questions, or discern it for himself anyway.

[Bishop Morse]

Morse looked over the vehicle. He’d seen various advertisements on the cortex for this machine, but he’d never given much thought to it. As it were, he was in the market for new transportation. And when in some of the more civilized planets, such as Beaumonde, riding around on a mule, or dropping in on a heavy cargo shuttle just wasn’t practical. But that sort of machine was quite a find, and would be something that may well come in handy. It struck Morse as funny for a moment, as this was clearly one of those moments where he was happy he had such friends as these. The only other place he’d see something like this was in a hard lock, and it’d be quite a feat to acquire it. Here, it was straight to the point.

”I could do 1k. Not real big on the idea, but I could do it." Morse said still looking at the vehicle. But his mind had another sort of plan. ”But I could make a counter offer.” He stated running his fingers on the paint. It was perfect. Whether and U.V resistant, and smooth as sleek iron. ”I’m gonna be getting’ rid of that skiff of mine.” Morse announced, which he knew would bring a glimmer to their eyes. They’d been trying to buy his skiff off of him for a while. Because they knew of several buyers that would pay more then it was worth to have it. ”My GG-V Lynx just aint got much a place with me anymore. I just had it’s engine hardened up. Hoffman did a damn good job on that too.” Morse said, baiting the twins in towards his offer. ”If I were to put it up in a barter to you, how much would you be willing to knock that price down?”

Morse was very good at dealing with price. Generally it only happened with people that he’d either known for a long time, or were weak and below him. In both cases that gave him a substantial advantage, just like it had in his last acquisition of funds. Those same funds were going to all be used here, but it was perfectly reasonable for him to use this trait on the Twins. They’d done the same thing to him inside in regards to some of the materials he’d bought. It was only fair that he apply it to something.

[Ilana Logan]

The Delamater Twins

Alexis heard the mention of the ‘Lynx’, Morse’s skiff, and she tried her hardest to restrain herself. But from hearing that Morse was planning to get rid of it, her eyes immediately shot wide, and her mouth dropped a little. They still knew the buyer which wanted one of those. The main reason, was the Morse’s specific Lynx had an illegal modification in it, which caused it’s speed inhibitor to not work. It was a very hard thing to achieve, and to their knowledge, it was just a fluke due to damage caused on the vehicle. But it aloud the skiff itself to match speeds of an alliance craft, and it was very difficult to duplicate. And some people really wanted to get their hands on one, and would pay as much as they needed to get one. Of course Morse knew the value of such a device to them, but the Twins knew it didn’t matter much to him. He’d never find a buyer for it, and he’d never used it for it’s full potential. So to him it was just another Skiff.

Alexis looked at Erin a moment to try to get an understanding of what to do. They both had the same conclusion on their minds, but the issue was how to describe it without making themselves sound too desperate.

”Ya, I think we can drop the price a bit.” Erin said, trying to keep as serious as she could. On the other side of her, Alexis was lighting up another cigarette. When Erin spoke she nodded her head. The cigarette bobbed up and down as she did so, and it got a bit difficult to light it. She finally got the tip of the flame from her lighter to match the end of her cigarette, and it puffed with a little trail of smoke. ”We can take it down to… 500.” Alexis added.

That essentially was buying it off of Morse for as much as he likely bought it for. However that was nothing, as they could easily sell it for 3 times that. So for them to drop the price of the vehicle down to that much was fine. The twins believed in adequate trade offs, and this was essentially that. Morse wanted their shiny new car, and they wanted Morse’s fast skiff. And that would work out just fine.

[Bishop Morse]

Just as Morse had presumed, he’d got their attention very well. He knew what he was holding, but it didn’t matter. He’d never once had a use for the speed capabilities of his skiff. He actually found it to be a liability, since if he ever came into a position to use it, he’d immediately appear on the Fed’s radar, and they’d know he wasn’t one of them. So he had no interest in keeping the thing, and this seemed like a suitable replacement. He was quite satisfied with the tradeoff they were making. He was essentially buying this new vehicle for the price of his skiff. But he found this red vehicle to be a more then adequate replacement.

”500, you got it.” Morse said. And this of course was going to conclude his purchases. Alexis had been giving him his running total the entire time they’d been moving, and the new vehicle costs set on them so he knew, the last aspect was simply to pay. He could do the simple math, which was to add the cost of the Mule, shuttle, and Red Drake together. He reached into his coat and grabbed the money he’d brought with him.

He counted it off right there in front of them. ”Pay it in cash, pay it in full.” Morse said to himself when was finishing off. He handed the credit bills off to Alexis. ”Well friends, I gotta be off. I’ll get the skiff into your stock by the end of the day, and I’ll be pickin’ up my things between then.” He said. He moved and gave Alexis a hug ”Good to see ya, Alexis.” Then he hugged Erin. ”You too Erin.” He then reached into his coat again, and grabbed his flask. ”See ya eventually.” He finished as he usually did and headed off towards the way he came in.