Den of the damned

[TFinnegan]

"Aye laddy," Finn replied, "I'll 'ave me boys relax a bit, sure. But ye understand that thier livelyhood depends on me survivin', so theyre not bloody likely ter relax thier guard fully..."

He nods at Kelley, whose hand slides from the butt of his pistol back to his pintglass.

"Aye, an sorry to've disturbed ye, theyre overbearing I know.."

Just then Finnegan's communicator burst to life

*hiss* "...Cap'm, We've a bit of a problem..." *crackle hiss*

Tim sits up straight, and looking to his compatriots says,

"ye'll excuse me wont ya?" and taps his comm button. "Better bloody well be important, lad."

*crackle* ".. Aye cap, 'tis. Got some feller yappin on 'bout the Wake, an 'ow 'es gonna take it from ye, name o' this rat is Kuraine, says 'e 'olds some weight with the gods or some such nonsense. Wants to talk to ye, Cap'm."

"Bloddy 'ell, send down the shuttle, O'Malley. Tell th' rat ter 'old is bloody 'orses." Tim turns to the Doctor, and X, "Lad's, bit of a muck-up in me face 't moment, Need ter fix this an' quick. Sorry to run out on ya, but there's plenty cash at th' bar. 'Elp yerselves."

Tim stands, scotch spilling from the glasses as he bumps the table. He motions with the back of his hand to the bartender as he passes his crewmen, and they stand to follow.

"Keep th' bloody change lad, and see that these two 'r taken care of, aye?"

As the three fade out the door, Finn's voice can be heard, shouted over his shoulder.

"Keep th' faith lads! Profit before scruples, an' if they get in yer way, crush em like bugs! 'Till nex' time...."

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