The character who had intruded into the restaurant groaned only slighly as he was dragged to the side of the table, and stirred only momentarilly as his arms were tied firmly to the legs of the table. He only awoke when the pitcher of water was dumped over his head. His head was thrown back as the wall of water hit is face, and the back of his cranium slammed against the edge of the table. Instantly, he cried out his pain, as the massive bruise on his head was made even larger by the recent impact. He was oblivious to the voices around him until the pain in his head subsided, and even then failed to comprehend what they were saying.
It was a few moments later that he was prodded by the tip of a rather large boot, which moved his attention away from the migrane he had to the man and woman staring in his face in the dim light of the main room. Then a voice came from the male figure...
"What are you doing here son? come to ruin this lady's establishment have we?"
The man tied up to the chair responded by trying to free himself from the grip of the rope, but to no avail. The same voice came again...
"No use trying to do that mate, those tables are Earth Oak. Your never going to smash your head through that. Now tell us, what are you doing here"
Not knowing how to respond, the smelly man told evidently what seemed the truth...
"You really wanna know huh?! I was shadowing you all the way from Cambridge to pick the right moment to swoop in and pirate you and that sorry excuse for a transport lying outside the front door!! Thought it would be one more easy picking but no way, you had to dock in this desheveled old restaurant right here!"
"Pops" responded...
"Oh is that so eh? well, i know just what to do with you..."
With that, he made his way to the front door and exited, bearing towards his transport ship.
The woman began to shuffle nervously, being alone with the man who had just so recently tried to kill "Pops". She turned her head and stared at the door to look for any sign of the return of "Pops". She did this for so long, in fact, that the man fastened to the table was able to lift the table and slide the rope out from under it, allowing the rope to slip off his wrists harmlessly. As "Pops" appeared at the doorway, the Helghast man's right arm shot towards the womans neck. With his spare hand, he began to pull out a dagger concealed on an ankle scabbard under his trouser leg......
