Gambit let his now empty bottle of beer drop to the floor, loud enough to get everyones attention, but not hitting with enough force to break. It spun around in front of his feet.. "Nasty ****...." He took his left foot and stopped the bottle in place, kneeled down and picked it up. "Yea, I quess 50 people with 6 degree chem burns in the back of your frieghter..." He took a few steps toward a waste recepticle and dropped the bottle in. "..all howling and screamin... ...yea, I quess that counts for nasty ****....But I dont think many of you have ever seen any of it...." He let that hang in the air for a second as he reached for his one hitter. "...As it is, casualties is all you can haul out of Leeds these days....and getting in and out....you cant do it in anything but a Freighter...Almost makes the trip not worth it.... cause of the blood and guts you end up having to clean out of your hold... ...So...then...." Gambit stares down the room as he grinds his bat into the box of his one hitter. "...What you are left with is haulin them BMMs all the way out to Gallia...and sooner or later, we will end up on the wrong end of it with them....Dickplomacy.... or not." He lit his bat and took a hit, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a flash driveand tossed it on the table. "Here ya are....Two runs to New Berlin with this Nox crap from Gallia...On one of them, Rouques caused enough of a fuss in the system to make it uneventful...so, they do have a useful pourpose...as cannon fodder.." A few around the table chuckeld abit. "...I net transffered 5mill to that group for running interferance.... but that wont make a difference next time me or one of my crews runs into them......But anyways..... I got 250Mios that belongs to the Club...... that is the Clubs take, off of what I have earned this quarter....I just need a safe account to transfer it to..." He had walked back to where he had started his monologue and leaned back into his spot. "Yall race all ya want boys..but....in the end...smugglin pays the bills...."
