Roy Anderson hunkered over the comm unit, deep in thought. Running out to snatch up every stray that decided to shoot down the law and then dash for the skirt of the movement wasn't, historically, a recipe for success. But at he tapped the stump of his severed left arm against the table before him he reckoned that a change of heart might be in order on this one.
With a gentle push of his remaining leg, the other and its lost brother higher up having been lost in a cataclysmic core rupture in a orbital DSE repair yard some years back, he thrust his chair towards a small card table around which four men squatted in plain clothes.
"Gents, got some lass by the name of Nicole Elise on the runabout, see if you can't scrounge her up and bring her back here. She's on the wanted list at the moment so exercise a touch of caution. If you can fetch her up, fine as fine, if not... Well, a turn in Denver'll probably bring her back this way anywho."
Issuing a brief retort of stretches and yawns, the men placed their cards face down and made their way from the darkened room, the view beyond a briefly opened door allowing a brief glimpse into a bustling soup kitchen.
"Hold on then Elise, we'll fetch ya back sure enough"
