Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150928195402/@comment-26130256-20151109185100

"Not a problem at all, Ms. von Anhult.  So long as Mr. Flagg continues to pay our shipping rates, the De La Croix family will be too glad to move his wares."

Azulius looked away from Niccolo's examination at Honara's sim. Everything looked pretty much as they had imagined from the crime scene, but it was nice to have some proper science backing up their ideas.

"So between your sim and what we saw at the motel, we can agree that she's alive, and she's got someone big helping her.  Someone who can help blow up a cafe and leave some good quality cadavers.  Who else did Laelia have connections with?"

"Finished," Niccolo interrupted, sliding Azulius a copy of his sheet of notes. "Like you said, some of these pieces are so universal that tracing them is impossible, but most of these custom models use pieces from mainly Valean manufacturers, three months old at the best.  I gave you a complete list of which parts came from which companies, but I would require further investigation to see if any of them are affiliated with Master's Realm.  For all we know, this man simply bought the parts second-hand." The fence smiled and leaned back in the chair, steepling his fingers. "Which brings us to the fun part of the evening, the haggling.  For the contents of these three bags, I will offer you twenty-two thousand Lien."

"I'm young, Monsieur Niccolo, but I ain't a fool.  26." Azulius smiled, pocketing the supplier list for later.

"Neither am I.  Twenty-three, since you're a friend of the family."

"Hey, earlier tonight I sent you guys at least half a million in diamonds.  Surely you can give me twenty-five thousand for this."

"If you were speaking with my sister Blanca, certainly," Niccolo smiled without warmth. "But you are here with me, and the most I can offer you is 24,000." Azzie shrugged and shook the man's hand.

"You drive a hard bargain, but I gotta respect that.  Wire the money to this temporary account," the magician wrote a long number on the end of his paper, tore it off and handed it to Niccolo, "And I'll make sure it gets distributed to the rest of my associates on this venture, some of whom are elsewhere tracking down some leads."

"Certainly," he replied, handing the number to his assistant, who went off to do the transfer. "Now, since you all look like competent fighters, can I interest you in some hardware to take on Master's Realm?  We just recieved a few cases of higher-quality Dust, good enough even for Leighy-Braun Manifolds, as well as our usual selection of ammunition and other trinkets."