Dusk

Wak just smiles and lets the talkers do their thing. I don't think those guys care for keeblers at all. Wak looks relaxed but he is ready to spring forward dodging gunfire if necessary. Hmm I think the negotiations are going the wrong way!!

The ork raises his rifle to point first at Mouse, then at Vann as each of them speak.

The lead ork holds his rifle on Mouse for a second longer, then drops the muzzle, letting the weapon fall to his chest on its sling. He nods sharply. "Good, 100 nuyen each. Welcome to Lagos." He taps the comlink he has strapped to the inside of his wrist and each of you receive a request for transfer of 100 nuyen.

Jane's shoulders drop slightly. Not enough that the orks notice, but, having been around her for over a day, you notice the change in demeanor. She taps on her comlink and transfers her credits, then looks at the rest of you. "Ok, as soon as you're all done here, let's get moving." The ork's features darken as she speaks but he doesn't say anything else, only seems more impatient to receive your credits and be on his way.

Wak agrees with their employers sentiments. What in the bloody hell? Should have never paid full price. He unhappily pays the 100 nuyen. After they move away from the thugs, he says, "We need to pick up our gear quickly. Before words spreads that there is a new team in town that just pays whatever extortion prices random thugs are charging? I agree that we shouldn't have started a fight over it, but hell, never pay full price to guys like that, makes us look weak. Once word spreads that they are new Rubes in town, prices will go up. And you can be damn sure guys like that are going to spread the word." And we will likely be forced into a fight later . . . He looks at Mouse, "Nice try on scaring the punks off Mouse, but let the face," He nods to Vann, "have a chance to negotiate a bit first. That is one of the main reasons he is around. I mean he already got us more money on this job, I am sure he could have handled these punks."

He looks at their employer, "Is there a reason they seemed to have a special dislike for you? Thought it might have been elves in general, but he didn't treat Vann like that."

Once everyone has made their payment, Jane shakes her head and walks towards an archway that leads to the outer street. The noise level increases dramatically as you follow. Cars line the street, advancing slowly as people move around and through them. The sounds of curses, engines and bartering fills the air.

Jane moves through the traffic to a small tent on the other side of the street. Dark skinned men surround the tent, displaying their weapons and muscles to discourage any... problems.

Approaching the tent, Jane says a few words in a low voice in another language. With a nod, two of the men step aside. Jane leads you into the tent.

Inside, the air is stifling. A small fan sits on a table in the center, moving the air towards the man sitting on the other side of the table. He smiles politely at Jane as she approaches. After another short exchange in the language she used with the men out front, he nods and stands, coming around the table.

"Welcome," he says, "to Lagos. Ms. Jane here has deposited your per diem into the Hawala. Converted to local currency,
you each have an account with 25,000 naira. You may withdraw any amount you wish. Naira that you leave in your account will be available to you at the many other Hawala across the city." He folds his hands in front of him and gives you all the same polite, mirthless smile he gave Jane when she entered.

Jane clears her throat and says, "It might be a good idea to carry some... ah, some... currency!" she says, finally finding the word, "with you in the city. Many people don't accept electronic creds."

After leaving the Hawala, Jane turns to the group and says, "The hotel isn't very far from here. I say we walk it. It should only take about 10 minutes."

With that, she turns and begins leading the way. She pulls out her comlink and makes a couple taps and swipes and you all receive a data transfer of the address and name of the hotel where she's leading you. A link to a map you can pull from the Matrix is also included.

Janes shakes her head, her expression looking like she'd bitten into something sour. "They're Igbo, one of the tribes here. They don't like women." She sighs. "Backwards as hell. I read about this but I didn't expect it to feel like that."