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"I hate you, catman."
The cathar glared at Tagal.
"That's not my name and you know it."
Tagal shot the cathar another glare.
"I also, now, know that your office building has it's own private security force and what is, clearly, armored vehicles at it's disposal." he ground out, "So right now I'm seriously considering ventilating you and living my life on the lam from Fondor law instead of getting us all into the building to clear our names."
Sighing, Tagal stepped away from the window. They had managed to set up in an apartment down the main road from the offices of the corporation they were going to try and get in. In that building was the cathar's boss; the one who could call off the search and get the charges against Tagal, Irma and their crew-mates dropped.
Likely get their damages paid for too.
The alternative was to go on the run from a rather developed world and have a bounty placed on their heads for a crime they hadn't committed. Moving back into the living room area, Tagal called out to Irma as he picked up his helmet.
"Irma!" he called before securing his helmet, "We've got to get through some heavy security. Couple of Rancour IFVs, a dozen or so guards. Ideas on distractions we can set up, people?"
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