[D3, LA] Got Brass Orchid in Pocket

[Uri-el]

"Eric Gibson. Have you encountered that name in your travels?"

[Dapper Dog]

“No, is he someone important?” she said turning her gaze to him. “I could ask my people, course they are going to want to know why. He a criminal you going to lock up? Baseline? Elite? What’s the story here?”

[Uri-el]

"Details are a little murky, I am afraid, but we are looking into his activities. He's a scientist, and we believe that he is trying to make contact with Brass Orchid, either as a buyer or a supplier of tech. I am given to understand that his activities are more dangerous than those of the Mokele Mbembe."

[Dapper Dog]

She said, “More dangerous? Now that is saying something. I will see what I can learn, so I am going to ask. Is this the end of our partnership or do you want to continue working together on our resident warlord?”

“I know you probably have more important nonsense going on, so just wondering.”

[Uri-el]

"I am interested in resolving the warlord situation, and I think approaching from multiple angles is perhaps wiser than my usual strategy, so I am not opposed to maintaining a working relationship."

[Dapper Dog]

"I'll be in touch then," she offered and then added, "how should I reach you?"

[Uri-el]

"You can send me an innocuous text in English. That will tell me that you want to meet on the Waterfront. Unless you know of something more secure."

[Dapper Dog]

"That works, simple too," she responded. "Good luck Angel." She made a gesture and and a simple chant and created portal before stepping through.

[Uri-el]

Malik stood on the street for a moment, his mind whirring through options. But in the end, there was only the one sensible choice. He looked down the street, then launched into the air, and, quicker than the eye could follow, he was gone.

/exit.