Mushe Zibti

   Her eyes cleared slowly.  Why was she alive?  Those bastards had screwed her!  Thieves!  And fools, who had stumbled into several of her traps.  That explosion though... probably it had knocked out most of them.  Including her.  She shook her head, scowling at the shriveled and burnt up hair sticking to her face.  Nearly the whole roof had collapsed in the explosion.  She didn't bother checking her smaller stashes.  Pulling herself up, she crawled to the ruins of her "office."  The floorboards had been brutally pried up.  Her cash was gone!

   Mushe cursed and thrashed as she began demolishing the remains of her business.  No more selling mutant pond scum dredged up from the stream.  No more easy access to the chemistry equipment she needed.  It had taken her ten dead bodies to corner the permits on this shithole.  Would Tim arrange another cover for her?  Or would he hold her accountable?

   Without hope, she proceeded to check her second biggest stash.  It was full...  Nearly two pounds of glass.  At least there was that.  She keyed open one of the bags and laid out a huge rail.  She was going to need some juice if she was going to make sense of this.  Not nearly hitting quick enough.  How many beams had fallen on her?  What chance she had a smoking tool left?  

   All right things were in better focus now...  Better to do it right though.  Another small rail should do the trick.  Get her going a little bit from the heads traumas.  She could still remember though.  There was that.  All right.  Going much better now.  This place wasn't worth the trouble anyhow.  What could have happened to it?

   It didn't matter.  Her memory still worked.  The rest she would take as it came.  Time to go probably now.  One more for the road.  Oh all right.  Time to hit the road.  Maybe follow the stream for a bit.  All right.  

Zita

   Before transferring the funds, Zita quickly double-checked the amount of her kickback from Oclicno.  More than she'd expected, but the Tower was always a little lush with their funds.  That new trio working out of The Earhart seemed to have figured that out reasonably well.  Work with them enough to keep good relations, but try to avoid getting your memories snipped.  That had always been Zita's preference as well.

   It was good that she got to see the trio in action a little bit.  Ilano had the quiet confidence of a professional, and Vesh's tolerance for liquor was impressive.  Samuel meanwhile seemed like one of them rich kids whose parents bought him his first ore hauler just the other week.  Zita could work with that though; help keep them pointed in the right direction.  At least they knew how to fight.  When that Haunter had gotten the drop on them, she half expected to need to sneak away from their corpses.  Instead the trio stayed focused until they could get a lucky shot on the spirit.  Altogether, it was a pretty cheap price for a referral to the Watchers of Tomorrow.  Down here in Bane Alley though one needed to know how to find the right sort of deal.  That seller would never have gotten full price without going to Nipura himself, and the meth should make a nice little bonus to keep his pockets lined.  Angry sellers were always something she tried to avoid.

   Idly, Zita wondered if the group would succeed in finding their target.  Zita herself had no interest in helping the Traffic Cops find anyone, but the price was more than right.  She'd keep a look out for anything the trio might want on the market in the meantime, just in case.  She believed that they must have bypassed Oclicno entirely on this last job, which was just fine by her.  The real question is: what would they need or be looking for if they came back flush with cash?  If nothing else, meth and liquor seemed worth having on hand.