Cole kept low and hid at first just like everyone else, but made sure he ran over to Libins as one of the first people offering help. There were two others; one putting pressure on the fat man's irrepairable knee and the other was talking to him directly.
Cole grabbed the talker's collar and...
Neige pretended to be far too enraptured to notice the obvious movement of the mercher's hand.
"But surely, you wouldn't keep everything important in the same place? My father told me the Kerch banks can't be trusted," she added conspiratorially.
Brande tilted his head at Neige. "However do...
Expect some slight delays in posts; I'm doing some rough planning. I love the contributions you guys have made and all of the internal conflict with the mission and with Cole!
Cole took a spot away from the seats to loiter, but near enough that he might get a general idea of what was being said. If, by some miracle, Libins had caught on to their plan and tried to spur a betrayal against Cole, Halber wanted to at least have some kind of warning. He pulled his eyes up...
"If everything works smoothly, you should be able to figure out where silverhands is while you're talking to the fat man," Cole said, keeping his volume low and his visible connection to Neige minimal, "but if that doesn't work out, find me behind the seats. Make sure no one follows you -- I...
Cole watched the familiar face approach. His eyes were dull this morning: Tired but focused.
He started walking, but it was unhurried -- both to avoid suspicion and because he knew there was time enough to afford the slower pace and for him to explain Neige's part better to her. "All you need...