Part 3: The City of Crime

[Shukuen]

Leets nodded and prepared to leave again. "And what does Sal look like?"

[Olvelsper]

"Sal is fourtish.  He's partially balding and tends to hang out with a couple of thugs for safety around the docks.  He's a bit wide around the center and tends to dress in jackets and jeans."

[Dexie Oblivion]

Darx opens one eye.

"Docks? In this place?"

[Shukuen]

"I think it's better for you to not to ask," Leets muttered and left on his errand again.

[Dracos]

He headed out on the streets, the city kind of quiet at this daylight hour.

Dracos

[Shukuen]

"I guess this place isn't as bad as we thought it was." Leets gazed at the peaceful looking town as he walked in the direction Jan indicated.

[Dracos]

He passed a number of thugs on the way, following the directions as he got to..the docks?

Well, they were sort of docks for values of land locked former docks where drug dealers were making their early morning trades.

Dracos

[Shukuen]

Leets glanced around for a person matching the description of Sal as he tried to avoid the attention of the more dangerous looking thugs at the docks.

[Dracos]

On the edge of the docks, he was there.  Hanging out and talking with some people.

Dracos

[Shukuen]

Leets approached the end of the docks, stopping just out of sight so he wouldn't be disturbing whatever business Sal was conducting.

[Dracos]

After a bit the folks left, Sal hanging out for a few minutes by himself with only a few big fellas around him.

Dracos

[Shukuen]

Leets approached Sal carefully, trying to appear nonthreatening to the large bodyguards. "Excuse me, but are you the one they call 'Honest' Sal?" he asked cautiously.

[Dexie Oblivion]

Darx turns to Jan.

"So...why don't you tell me about yourself?"

[Dracos]

"huh, what?" Two shotguns were pointing in Leets direction, from the guards.  "Sheesh, kid, where the heck did you come from?  Yeah, they call me that."

Dracos

[Shukuen]

Leets sweated, staring down the barrels of the guns. "S-sorry. I'll make a little more noise next time," he joked, failing to ease his nervousness. "Jan Smith said you'd be able to help us."