Mission: Identification, Pheonix, Jingles, Raptor, Dutch

[SergeantDutch]

Dutch took the matches and struck one, lighting his cigar and taking a deep drag.
"Matches. Can barely find them these days. Only bloody lighters. Makes a cigar taste foul. Thank you."
He shared a brief grin with the two brick walls as they let him past and sat down in front of Martin.

"Tough times these days, aren't they? Hard to enjoy the simple things, like a ride on a train, or the wind in your hair if your driving an open top."
He looked at Martin dead in the eye, hopefully a sign of sincerity.
"Hard to get around and enjoy the sights to be seen."

He was being obscenely blunt without coming out and directly saying it. With any luck, and Dutch damn well needed it, Martin would get at what he was saying.

[GamesMaster1]

"That is, of course, unless you have the money for such frivolity."
So this was the representative, then. Martin isn't surprised. The man was being hardly subtle in his approach; hardly the actions of a wholly illegal group known for being hard to catch.
"Do you have such money?"

[Beta Strike-1 Pheonix]

Ben leaned back in his seat and let out a short, relieved breath. Dutch seemed to know how to deal with people, that was for sure. He couldn't hear the conversation, but it looked like it was going well.
"Don't jump now, but it look's like Dutch is on to something..." He whispered to the other 2 men

[SergeantDutch]

Dutch grinned the grin of a thousand grins.

"Well, me and my friends there are something of tourists. We love travelling and seeing the sights, getting our pictures with famous landmarks and people."

He realised he was being cheesy as hell.

"Simple truth, we're finding it rather hard to get around, and could do with some help. Funds aren't a problem. Just getting the proper bureaucratic paperwork filled in."

[MentalistJingles]

Jingles eased back into his seat a little further, reassured that their contact's protection hadn't made a move, taking another sip of his drink. "Better to get a little buzz going than to freak out." He though to himself. He didn't like social environments most of the time, this wasn't much different. He closed his eyes and found his focus, meditating lightly on the fact they had found their contact, and all was going well.

[JackRaptor]

Raptor kept an eye on his companions and a ear out for sirens. He took another sip of his cider, taking it slow as it was his fourth of the night. He started to feel the buzz of the drinks start to creep up on him.

[GamesMaster1]

Martin nodded. So he was after the documents.
"Yeah, I imagined. You wouldn't have come to me, otherwise. Listen, this paperwork, it's the best in the market but damned expensive. You better be able to afford it."
He nodded to the barkeeper, who brought over a gin and tonic.
"As long as you have the funds, you'll get the identification."

[SergeantDutch]

"Four ID cards and accompanying documents for myself and my compatriots over there who are failing to look non-chalant."

He pointed with his thumb over to the three guys at the table on the other side of the room.

"How much and how long will it take you?"

[GamesMaster1]

"That depends," Martin admits, "on how much scrutiny you want them to be able to stand up to, how wanted you already are - harder to make ID for famous faces - and how well you want me to do them. For the best jobs, a fortnight. That would also cost around a thousand each, for an above average ID. The best ID? You're looking at twice, maybe three times as much."
Martin shrugs.
"Like I said, it's not cheap, but at this quality it was never going to be."

[SergeantDutch]

Dutch glanced over his shoulder and let out a short, low whistle while looking over at Raptor, then indicated to the suitcase they'd brought with them.

"We're not all that well known. Maybe on a database somewhere or rather, but not actively sought. Though, we'd be much appreciating if you did your best work on these. Course, there's always a chance of repeat custom."

The former security officer took a long drag from his cigar and let the smoke drift out of his mouth gently as he spoke.

"Like I said, we're not that well known... yet."

[JackRaptor]

Raptor heard his cue from Dutch and picked up the suitcase, taking it over to the table where Dutch and the men were sat, trying hard not to stumble a little from the alcohol he'd ingested before and during the misson. "Anything else you need boss?" He spoke quietly.

[SergeantDutch]

"Thanks. That'll be old."
Dutch was a little surprised by being called boss, but he supposed it looked good in front of Martin.

He put the briefcase down beside the table.

"You'll find ten K in there, all in used notes."

Another drag from his cigar and he grinned.

"Anything else you need for these ID's?"

[JackRaptor]

Raptor nodded, then walked back to his table with Pheonix and Jingles and breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He hadn't expected to be able to walk over there as steadily as he did. He took another swig of his pint and stared at it for some time.

[Beta Strike-1 Pheonix]

Ben watched Raptor walk the briefcase over to Dutch, tensing slightly as he walked past the man's bodyguards. When they made no moves to intercept him, he relaxed back into his chair and waited for Raptor to rejoin them.
"Nicely done," he whispered. The man drew in a breath and slowly let it out, staring at his pint idly, before shrugging and taking a long mouthful from it

[MentalistJingles]

Jingles' eyes snapped open as Raptor returned from walking the case over to Dutch, smiling lightly before speaking with a near-silent tone to his comrades.
"Sorry about that... Got a little edgy... Figured I'd run a quick self-diagnostic on a few components, all's looking good."
He lent back a little further into his seat and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it smoothly before taking a long draw.