"Veej...hope he's not a friend of yours. Word on the street is, someone wants him dead. Several someones. Including one Clive W. Parsons." Clive takes another drink, then continues. "Course, I'm not to fussed about it, considering he'd like to return the favor. And not that I'd ever do anything about it. The man gets his greasy mitts on information like no one I've ever seen. You want any news out here chances are it's come through him. He's a resource, and one I wouldn't risk getting rid of...well, not without getting some 'resources' in return, if you catch my drift." Clive pauses, and his expression darkens. "Of course, lately I've been hearing some fishy rumors about him. He's keeping his head down, and some say he's started passing out information that's not true, he's stopped checking his sources. And there were those assasinations three weks ago...chillingly surgical. He had to have been involved. Something big is going down, and I'm not sure I want to be here when it does. If you need to find Veej, I'd advise you to get what you need, then get out fast, because right now he's more dangerous to the folks around him than an unshielded reactor core....Anyway, he's abandoned most of his old haunts, but I happen to know he still wanders by the Grey Goddess cafe about three blocks away once a week, and today is his day. If you want, I could go along with you as backup--he may hate me, but he knows I'm not after him directly. He'd be less likely to bolt." Clive checks the chrono on the wall. "But we'd better hurry. He's usually gone by sundown, and it's getting late." Clive leads the way out of the office, and sees that the woman was indeed listening at the door. "You can stay here if you'd like, but the droid will be done clearing it out in an hour. If you follow him to my ship, he'll make sure you're alright." He gestures to the man. "After you, Mr..."
OOC: got to get off now. Clive will provide backup until I get back.
