Breaking Out [CLOSED]

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Along a thin road, marched a proud saiyan warrior, her surcoat pulled up over her armor, in a vain attempt to keep the sand and dust out of her gear. She'd fully recovered from her harrowing adventure in the Ruined Metropolis. She'd been certain to get a copy of her RFID key, before she left Vegeta, and gave it to Zuqetta, making sure she could get home if she needed to. She half expected that she may die out here, so she'd wanted the girl to at least have a home should the worst happen. Sow now Vennel traveled to the mercenary outpost on her own.

She'd not heard from Vocado since she passed out on the rooftop back then. But she knew he was headed for the front lines, and was going to meet with his brother. So she felt confident if she followed after them, she might find some clues. But she hadn't the foggiest idea where to start physically searching for them, however that Mercenary Outpost might have some information for sale or maybe even just someone talking about some saiyans they saw coming this way. After all, what were the odds there were any others actually going towards the front lines?

As Vennel marched down the sleepy streets of the small town, she spotted a pair of booze houses, seated across the street from each other. Not much really set them apart from one another, but on a whim she entered he one to her left, pushing open the small double doors and taking a look around the "quaint," bar and seating area. "Small" would be putting it mildly, this place was more of a halway than a saloon. Along the left hand wall ran the bar, with stool seating, with just enough space on the right side to walk down to the other side of the bar. At the opposite end, was a small space filled with a table game of some sort, and past that was an even smaller hallway that lead to the bathrooms. But this was the sort of environment Vennel was used to so she didn't feel too out of place, all things considered.

Her entrance had garnered a fair bit of attention, especially since this area was vehemently against siding with one of the warring factions over the other, so there was a tenuous peace they all wanted to keep. Otherwise one side might try coming in and taking over in full force.

Spotting an open seat at the bar, she strode over and took a seat in the stool, and leaned in over the counter. "I'll take whatever's on tap," she said, while sliding over a hundred zeni. The bar tender, knowing full well that was more than enough, narrowed his eyes at the girl and shrugged. He fished out a glass from a basin of water one could only hope was meant to be where glassware was cleaned. He poured out a heady foam off the newly acquired glass from the nearest tap spigot before placing the drink in front of the woman.

"Thanks, and by the way, I don't suppose you've heard anything about a pair of saiyans? Or maybe more? By the name of the Shredder Corps?" The bartender glanced from side to side, then down at the hundred zeni that he'd not yet collected off the table from her and then back up to her. Nodding, Vennel surmised the gist of what was being said. She needed to grease the wheels a bit more. She placed two hundred zeni down this time. "How about now, maybe you've heard anything?" She asked again, implying some sort of slyness. The bartender looked to be mulling it over, as he picked up the zeni and checked them against a lamp nearby for authenticity. "Yeeaaah," he began, as he appraised her currency. "Noooooooo," he then continued. "Sorry, never heard of 'em. But your next two rounds are on me." He said as he pocketed the zeni.

Vennel's eyes widened at the apparent betrayal and fumed quietly before turning herself around in the stool to scope out the others in the bar. She should have expected as much. She wasn't any good at talking in these cloak and dagger sorts of ways. Damn it- why'd she have to go alone and do this?