Devon watched in bemusement as they passed another group of gangers getting their rights enthusiastically violated by the local police.
"The hell is going on?" he wondered vaguely - not that he really expected Heigren to know.
With the latest scuffle behind them, Devon grimaced in frustration as yet another traffic signal brings him and Flash to a halt. Ironically, he was getting as frustrated with the journey as his passenger was... but, they'd been told how strict the law was in this part of town, and with the gangs causing the uproar they were the local law would be looking for trouble.
Heigren:
"So guys, how are we playing this? We all meeting with them? How much do we tell them. Dohr has learned a lot already from Jit. He knows we're some sort of anti-Imperial group but not much else. I imagine the other two know a similar amount."
Devon shrugs his answer - he couldn't really think of anything to what had already been said back at the hanger: He was a street kid who grew up stealing unattended speeders and finally graduated onto making off with starships - he'd never claimed to be good at interviewing people; back home, an interview had always gone something like "
See that speeder over there? If you can jack it without the Fuzz catching on, you're in."