Iode smiled and followed Stormwing, and held to door in turn for Sabata. He then thought for a minute about the bar...it sounded oddly familuar... "The Watering Hole...why does that sound familular..." Then it hit him and the color drained from his face...maybe he would get lucky and she wasn't out tonight? The color slowly returned as he reassured himself that she wouldn't be there...he hoped. The last thing he needed was another injury, the one across his snout still hurt if he touched it. He shrugged it off and smiled again. "The Watering Hole it is..." He tried his best to sound sure of himself...he was doing a pretty good job too, except he was still a little pale. He suddenly felt something bite him, so his first reaction was to hit the area...which caused him to let go of the door. "Damn it! I hate flys!"
"I do as well..." murmered Sabata, grabbing the fly-like creature, which had dodged Iode's hand and flown towards him. Sabata crushed the menace in a simple gesture before throwing the small body into a nearby trashcan. Sabata's trade in acrobats had given him an uncanny amount of agility and precision. Sometimes Sabata couldn't help but expose his skills... especially when he felt as if he had little else to show to these two gun-loving fellows. Sabata could occasionally be a bit simple-minded of others... As Sabata opened the door for himself and walked outside to await the others sill inside. The "body" of the fly crackled and fizzed inside of the trashcan in which it had been thrown into. Sabata was careless to simply throw away the fly without examining it. It hadn't been a fly, but a small machine filled with micro computers. However, even if Sabata had discovered what the "fly" really was, he wouldn't have been able to discover the intent it was made for. Sabata thought to himself as he waited. The Watering Hole... It didn't sound familiar to him. What should he expect though? He rarely came around this area in the Vivuli...
<blockquote>Eventually, the party of three found themselves on the street, Stormwing somehow at the front of the group. She'd missed the episode with the 'fly' — she was too busy mulling the best route to the small bistro-bar. She was also concerned about their gear. The three of them couldn't simply walk into a restaurant with rifles over their shoulders. They'd have to either dump their things into a hiding spot somewhere on the way, or else... well, she wasn't quite sure. "Do you have anywhere to put your guns? We can't walk into The Watering Hole with rifles slung over our shoulders, if you get what I mean. We can stow them away in a bush, but I don't really like that idea. We could... maybe rent a mail locker at the post office along the way, provided they allow weapon storage." The thill eyed her two new companions. If they had better ideas, her ears were open. However, until someone came up with a better one, they'd better start moving. The hour was growing later — it was about seven o'clock. Although she trusted these males, Winger wanted to spend only a short while with them at the bar, and then be out of their copmany by dark.
"Yeah, hmmm actually I have a locker here...I just need to find the key..." He mumbled as he dug thru his pockets, until finally he pulled out a carabiner with about 10 different keys on it. He picked out the bright orange one and smiled. "I never use it, my parents pay for it though so, I don't mind. I prefer to have my guns in my room... 206 That should be right over there." He pointed to a group of lockers a few steps away he walked over and looked around and found 206. He opened it up and smiled. "Wow, I didn't think these things had this much room...I can fit my two snipers and my SMG in here!" He carefully placed his sniper in the side of the locker standing up. He made sure it was balanced and then got out of the way for the others.
OOC: Ugh, I was posting and a lightning storm outed my power... BIC: Sabata nodded. "That will do, thank you Iode." Without being hesitant, Sabata placed his suitcase inside of the dragon's locker. Sabata didn't worry that Iode was a thief, for he didn't seem to be the type. Plus, if he needed to, Sabata could track down Iode... Although the price at which it would cost to do so would make that a last option if, for some reason Iode did such a thing. "I'll get a table for the three of us," spoke Sabata, moving through the glass double doors, into the bar. He walked up to an attendant. "A table for 3 please." "Over there, someone will be with your party shortly." replied the petite fem without waste. Sabata nodded and walked over to the table. It was in the middle of a row of 5 tables, all lined up by a large window. Across from this row was another row of 5 tables. Four of these 10 tables were being used. Now 5 were being used, as Sabata sat down. While he waited for Iode and Winger to come, he pondered what he would do about the kareoke... In the dense woodlands, away from the civilized place the trio (Winger, Iode, and Sabata) were in, a conspiracy was being formed. A mind which had a lust for flesh and blood made plans on this night. To call this creature a dragon would be a disgrace to the society of Ramath-Lehi. Yet, it was such. It's minds was twisted and dearranged. This dragon valued cadavers and pieces of corpses. It enjoyed the taste of flesh and blood... yet it was not vampiric or wolfish. This dragon was a mastermind and needed mental help... badly...
[][][ _ Oo, random, lol. Sorry if this sucks, I'm trying to catch up, and I'm posting like crazy... even though I have the flu. |[ _ It didn't take long for the three to drop off their gear in Iode's provided locker, then make their way to the restaurant. Storm followed the males in, and then slipped easily into a seat across from Sabata. Her eyes cast about, as if she were looking for someone, and rather hoped she wouldn't find them. But this only went on for a moment. Soon enough, the female's mismatched oculars were pinned on the two ardens in her company. "So... I don't really know either of you, and you guys don't know me. Which, by the way, I find mightily refreshing, considering my infamy in some places." She chuckled lightly, and leaned back in her seat. She peered out the window for a brief moment, fancying she saw a form scurrying down the street in front of The Watering Hole. But nothing was there.
Iode laughed with her. "Yeah, if you really are famous I wouldn't know, I only pay attention to sports." "Yeah even when you should be concentrating on your homework." A rather sarcastic voice said from a corner near them. Iode tensed up and thought "ooooh shit..." A pendragon of the same fur coloration smiled, her white matrix jacket was buttoned all the way up. She wore army boots, black and white striped stockings, a black pleated skirt, and a strange hat that kept her ears folded over. Her long wavy brown hair ran down her back, She smiled and put her arm around Iode. "Why don't you introduce me Iode? It seems you have made a few friends while I've been away..." Iode smiled and relaxed a little...She wasn't going to hurt him atleast. "Stormwing, Sabata, meet Nekhalla..." Nekhalla nodded to both of them. She reconized Storm, but said nothing...she had a silent respect for her, especially because she beat the shit out of a Grader. Nekhalla had strong Anti-Grader feelings from her time hanging around Umeoral Paush, so anything to prove that they were weaker then they looked was a good thing to her.
Sabata wasn't inclined to think that this, Nekhalla figure, was a friendly dragon after seeing Iode's reaction to her. However, Sabata also tried his best not to be prejudice, so he rose to his feet and extended a hand towards Nekhalla. "I am Sabata Teslo, how do you do?" asked Sabata, summoning his most elegant voice. Sabata caught, out of the corner of his eye, a dragon staring at him from the back of the bar. He wasn't sure why, but this dragon seemed to need to deliver an urgent message to someone. The expression on his face gave it away. Sabata didn't want to make a scene though, so he just stood there. A well dressed dragon entered the bar and spoke to the assistant. "I would like a table for one please in the nonsmoking section." The assistant wasted no time ushering the well-groomed dragon to a small table. The dragon looked around. Strangely enough, he seemed highly self confident, almost as if he owned the bar. Sabata couldn't help but notice this dragon as well.
When Storm turned away from the window, another pendragon was there with them, an arm bound tightly around Iode. Her first reaction was incredulity, and her eyebrows shot up, but then she masked this expression. She tried to force a smile as Iode introduced her as Nekhalla, but the banded thill just didn't like something about this other female. "It's nice to meet you, Nekhalla," Stormwing said, nevertheless. Even as she said these words, Storm seemed to suddenly realize where she was. She blinked her mismated eyes, and looked around the restaurant. It was after dark, and she was in the company of three near-strangers. She was also uncomfortable, especially because of this Nekhalla's arrival, and she suddenly wanted out. And, though she had tried to scrap her paranoia, she couldn't help but feel an abrupt sense of suspicion. She found herself wondering if any — or all three — of her counterparts were tied to the Graders. "I, um. You know what? It's been really nice meeting you guys, Iode, Sabata. And I'm sorry, Nekhalla, that I'm going to rush out so soon after meeting you. But, I've just realized something, and... I have to go." She stood up and moved out from behind the table, but she didn't immediately bolt to the door. Storm felt that would be just plain bad manners. Plus, she wanted to see how they'd react, if at all — would they try to convince her to stay, as she presumed pro-Grader spies would do? She had no real reason to suspect or even fear the Graders — they'd promised to leave each other well enough alone — but the shadow on the street had started to snowball into these other, newer suspicions...
Nekhalla chased after Storm "Storm wait! I...I need to talk to you...In private...if you don't mind..." Nekhalla oviously had something on her mind that was rather important. There was a look of sheer desperation in her eyes. Nekhalla had been coming here on a almost daily basis looking for someone she thought she could trust with some information. She though Storm was the person, she was most likely the only one that would understand. She motioned for Storm to follow her, hoping she would. Her thoughts did concern the Graders, but it also concerned her own well-being...Things were coming to pass that could be dangerous for all dragons. Iode looked at Sabata "Soooo...I guess its just the two of us then..." Iode was not very good at starting conversations.
Sabata was a bit surprised that Winger would make such a rash decision at a moment's notice. Prehaps she was being troubled just as Sabata was... Sabata removed his hand from the position it was in and put it down by his side. He glanced towards Iode and nodded at Iode's comment. Using the commotion to his advantage, Sabata quickly made a decision to investigate why that one dragon in the back area of the bar seemed to have such an odd expression on his face. "I will be back momentarily Iode," said Sabata somewhat hastily before moving towards the dragon in the back of the bar. When Sabata neared the dragon, he overheard him talking with another dragon in a low voice. "I'm not sure what I should do, I mean, by telling someone, I could sound like a paranoid dragon," said one of the dragons in a worried tone "I still think you should just phone the police. What do you have to lose?" replied the other dragon cooly. "Heh, lose my reputation amongst the residents of this area for stirring up a ruckus over nothing." "Whatever you say man. However, I would still like to see what you were talking about." The other dragon nodded, stood up, and walked by Sabata into the male's restroom. The dragon speaking to him about calling the police followed. Sabata followed very loosely behind the two as they entered the bathroom. He casually entered the restroom behind them and went into one of the stalls, locking the door behind him. The two dragons didn't notice that Sabata hadn't sat down on the toilet, but maybe it was because they were too intriguied in what had been discovered. The dragon who had discovered what the two were looking at spoke in an excited and nervous voice, "I was walking out of the restroom, when I hit this loose tile and stubbed my toe. I was so angry that I picked up the tile to throw it out the window, but instead, looked down to where the tile was and saw this... stuff..." Sabata stepped on the edge of the toilet seat to try to see what the other two dragons were looking at, but couldn't get a good view. "I don't know," replied the other dragon, "maybe its just some cleaning soaps that got washed into that hole. I dunno, why don't we leave it alone." Sabata finally stepped down and waited for the dragons to leave before exiting the stall. He moved over to the floor tile that they had put back over and took it off. Inside, he saw a hole dug right into the concrete foundation, and inside of that hole was a strange yellowish-green liquid which seemed to have the consistency of honey. Sabata could smell the goop from where he was, and strangely, it smelled very sweet...
Nobody immediately protested Stormwing's departure, so, with a wave, she began to walk away from the table. She didn't bother to turn and look back at her new acquaintances, perhaps give them one last nod of the head or something. Her instincts were going awry, and though she couldn't be sure that Iode, Sabata, or Nekhalla were spies, something was amiss here. Perhaps it was just a vibe from some stranger across the restaurant... nevertheless, the banded thill wanted to escape this place. But it seemed doing so wouldn't be so easy. As Storm stepped up to the door, she heard a voice behind her. "Storm, wait!" She faltered in her step, but didn't immediately turn around. It turned out she didn't have to — the female whom had called leapt to her side. It was Nekhalla. She wanted to talk in private? What the hell? Stormwing felt her spine grow rigid, and her hackles prickled. She didn't even know this thill, what could she possibly want? The suspicious atmosphere of the building suggested that Nekhalla would perhaps want to talk about something governmental, perhaps even something about the Graders, and Stormwing would have none of that. The reason she was leaving was because she wanted that shit to stay away from her! "I don't even know who you are, Nekhalla," Storm said. She was aggressive in nature, but she'd been trying to repress it lately; her voice was firm but relatively calm. "I'm not going anywhere private with you. Just tell me what you want."
Nekhalla sighed. She was hoping to keep this out of ear shot of everyone else, but it seems she wouldn't. "Fine, just keep your voice down. Word of what happened here to you has reached the Deserts. The Anubi are restless, as they have been for years. Your friend, Shriker, I due belive she is called, is meeting with someone rather powerful amoung Anubi, I'm afraid for what might happen to her. You see this...person...did something simular, a VERY long time ago, and has not been the same since. She is obbssesed with power, and wants her underlings to be just as powerhungery, or to have that power. I think she wants to have Shriker as an underling, but what I'm really afraid for is you. For you see it is not uncommon that the person that enters her training, change, and not always for the better. So I'm supposed to warn you to be on your toes, or you may find yourself on the wrong side of a blade, not by Shriker, but by a different person. Shriker is now highly revered by high ranking Anubi, they are not sure who's side you are on yet, but if you show anything against them they will find a way to get rid of you." Nekhalla took a deep breath. "Oh and before you ask, I'm half Anubi, and kinda a toy for this person. Being half makes me trash automatically." Nekhalla pointed to her ears that stuck out under her hat. They were Anubian if you looked closely at them, she oviously was not proud of it. The fact that her ears were bent over and shoved under a hat could prove that point.
Sabata extended a claw and slowly moved it towards the goo. He decided that his claw wouldn't be hurt, and if the stuff was some sort of acid and burned his claw, it would just regrow. Just when Sabata's claw was inches away from the goo, his cellphone rang again. Startled, Sabata jumped away from the goo. He quickly replaced the floor tile over the substance before picking up his cellphone and flipping it open. "Hello?" "Sabata, are you ok?" came Kama's voice on the other end. "What?" asked Sabata with a frown. "I knew that you had gone to the firing range... I just heard on the news, the front portion of the building was wrecked by a bomb explosion." Sabata fell back against the wall to the bathroom, saying not a word. "Sabata, are you still there?" "Yea, one minute, I'll call you back," said Sabata, snapping out of his slight trance. He hastily folded his cellphone and put it away. He moved quickly and exited the bathroom. After exiting, he saw a small group of dragons crowded around one of the TV's in the bar. He joined the group watching the live news report and the female dragon delivering it. She was 25 feet away from the entrance of the firing range which had collapsed and was smoldering slightly. Dragons had the area taped off and were trying to clean up the mess. A few ambulances and many police cars were scattered throughout the scene. "This is Janet Nysos here at the Watani Firing Range, which you can see, is right behind me. Approxomately 20 minutes ago, a bomb explosion decimated the entrance of the range. Fortunately, no one was hurt or killed in the explosion. The building has been evacuated until further notice. Jyreen, the dragon standing right next to me, is a bomb engineer. His team is helping to clean up the rubble and have already found fragments of evidence which they have used to frame a theory about the explosion. Let's see what Jyreen has to say." The camera moved over to Jyreen who began to speak. "My team and I have not yet been able to confirm exactly what type of bomb was used and how it was delivered into the building. However, judging by the very tiny fragments of the bomb we have already found, we believe that the bomb was being transported on a small mobile machine of some sort. What we havn't been able to find out, is why the bomb went off when no one was around. My team speculates that the mastermind behind the bombing made an error when he contructed the bomb which caused it to go off sooner than he expected." The camera returned to the news lady. "Thank you Jyreen. This is Janet Nysos and we'll be right back after these messages." Sabata's stomach had been doing backflips while he watched the news report. Not too long ago, Iode, Winger, and himself had been standing in the entrance of the firing range. They very easily be in the hospital right now, or worse, dead... After the commercial break started, a murmer swept throughout the bar. Some other dragons were already leaving the bar to go to the safety of their homes. They were obviously afraid that another bomb would go off inside of the bar itself. Sabata stood stunned, watching the commercials, trying to absorb what he had just heard. His cellphone range again. It must be Kama. Sabata quickly picked up his cellphone. Yet, instead of hearing Kama's familiar voice, he heard the twisted and distorted voice of the prank caller who had called him back in the firing range. Sabata snarled before hanging up. He didn't want to hear the same message again. He dialed Kama's number after hanging up. A chill ran through Sabata's spine as he somehow was connected to the prank caller again who immediately spoke when he was connected. In a high shrill whisper which changed into a low and distorted voice and then back to a whisper, Sabata heard the words. "She won't escape for what she did..." Sabata wondered if he knew who the bomb was for...
"What the..." came Stormwing's reply to all that Nekhalla had just told her. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I've been keeping to myself, and Kakos has been doing the same. We don't give a damn about the Anubi, or what they think of us. Kakos is the least likely pendragon in the world to team up with some mafia leader and become some sort of thug underling," the banded thill hissed impatiently. So much for not being aggressive. Well, she'd been trying to avoid drama, danger, and politics, but they'd found her, anyway. "And if your kind can't tell by the fact that I beat Koani Grader what side I'm on... I didn't see any of them going to her aid?" Stormwing wished she had a pistol in her pouch right now, a gun she could tear out for Nekhalla to see. She'd wave it in her face, prove she wasn't afraid of some faceless Anubial pendragon that was supposedly going to cut her down. But she didn't have a weapon on her at the moment, nor would it have been wise to wave one around in a crowded restaurant. "And you probably are trash, if you're delivering undeserved threats for some desert mafia types. Please, just... get out of my face," Storm concluded. With that, she began to stride towards the door once more. It was only as she was putting her white digits upon the handle that she heard the news report on the televisions distributed throughout the bar. The shooting range exploded...?, she thought to herself, and she stared at the television set, completely aghast, forgetting her fierce desire to leave.
Nekhalla walked over to look at the TV. "You may have been the shit out of Koani, but you didn't kill her. The Anubi think your a coward right now. Kakos is meeting with a Guardian, worse then the Mafia, more like a God. The Anubi want the Graders to go down, they feel they haven't been represented, and treated unfairly. They want to give Kakos shelter because it was her that helped them get to this point. Koani will be out of a job soon enough...If you play your cards right, they will protect you as they protect Kakos, and you won't have to worry about petty attacks on your life anymore." Nekhalla walked away, and towards the door. She had done as Umoreal had said to do. Now she could go and work on her drawings...hopefully. Iode fell out of his chair, he was just there! He could have gotten killed! Or worse his new friends could have! Iode stood up, he was almost tempted to break his usual thing and get a strong drink. He didn't though, that would be against his principle.
With shaky hands, Sabata hung up his phone. He needed to get a hold of Kama now worse than ever. Sabata got a hold of himself and redialed Kama's phone number. Sabata made up his mind that if the "prank caller" got a hold of him again, he would try reasoning with him. He had no better idea... Sabata was relieved when he heard Kama's voice. As soon as he did, Sabata began moving towards the bathroom so he could have a more private conversation with his brother. "Kama, I just heard the news report about the explosion," said Sabata, entering the bathroom. "Yea, Sabata, I think you should get out of the area, there is some physcho lunatic on the loose out there, and there is no sense in hanging around waiting for another bomb to go off," replied Kama in a no-joke tone of voice. "What about catching the fool?" Kama sighed, "I think the police can take care of that. Now don't waste any time in getting to another city. Is there anything else you need?" Sabata hesitated, thinking. "Yes... can you tell me a little bit about someone named Okkatteiru Stormwing?" Kama paused on the other end, surprised that his brother knew nothing of this character who was both infamous and famous. Then again, Kama should have known, Sabata rarely listened to the news unless they concerned him. "Yes, I can tell you that Stormwing was recently convicted of assault on Koani Grader. She managed to avoid punishment from the court. Some people feel that she should have been punished though. She also-" Sabata cut Kama off. "That's enough, thanks. I'll... be getting out of here... when I wrap some things up." Sabata hung up without waiting for Kama to say goodbye. He suspected that if he was right in assuming that the criminal was trying to assassinate the only fem that he was currently in contact with, (Stormwing) then it had something to do with the crime she had been accused of. Still, there was a chance that the call was purposely made to throw Sabata off and cause chaos amongst the civilian population. Another question, if the mastermind intended to kill Winger, why was he playing prank calls on Sabata?... Sabata was pondering these things as he walked out of the restroom and found Iode. He walked over to the jock. "We should get going. I'll find Winger and you can return our weapons to us. I'll be waiting for you at the locker with Winger... hopefully..." Sabata had intentions to follow Kama's orders and get out of the city. There was no reason for him to stay unless he was tempting fate to kill him. If Sabata wanted to do more research on this criminal, he could do so through a computer in another city. Besides, Sabata wasn't a private investigator anyways. At this point, he wanted to briefly tell Winger of his suspicions, get his weapon, and get out of the city. Sabata approached Winger. "We should head over to Iode's locker. He will meet us there and we can get our weapons back." Sabata was very hestitant to talk to Winger about the conclusions he had made... or thought he had made. He didn't like the idea of inflicting fear into such a fine dragon as Winger. Sabata opened his mouth to speak and then closed it. There were some things that were easier said than done. This was one of those things...
As soon as Stormwing got the gist of the news report, a cold feeling shuddered down her spine. The Thujgthyysaj't Jumda had blown up... and it had probably been done on purpose. But — why? What could anyone possibly have against a shooting range? Did someone have a grudge against Remus? Rubbish, Storm thought to herself. He's a complete sweetheart. But, then, that left open a terrifying possibility... The bomber had been targeting someone else. Perhaps Iode, perhaps Sabata, perhaps even Volaré... but the most likely candidate that had been in there was Stormwing herself. After all, she wasn't exactly worshiped in all circles for what she'd done to Koani Grader. Speaking of that, Nekhalla was once more at her side, whispering more gibberish into her ear. "You may have beat the shit out of Koani, but you didn't kill her. The Anubi think you're a coward right now. Kakos is meeting with a Guardian, worse then the mafia, more like a god. The Anubi want the Graders to go down, they feel they haven't been represented, and treated unfairly. They want to give Kakos shelter because it was her that helped them get to this point. Koani will be out of a job soon enough... If you play your cards right, they will protect you as they protect Kakos, and you won't have to worry about petty attacks on your life anymore." Winger turned away from the television report, and stared blankly at Nekhalla. But the other female was already walking away. Without thinking, Winger hawked a large gob of saliva in her mouth, and spat viciously behind Nekhalla's back, at her feet, even as she departed. It was an aggressive and affronted reaction, mostly to being referred to as a "coward." Coward, my goddamn ass, the thill hissed to herself. At least I did something; none of those cock sucking Anubi did anything at all. But there had been more to the other's words than a poorly worded insult. Kakos was meeting with a Guardian? The Anubi considered themselves to be deities? It was all so absurd, Storm almost wanted to spit again, but Nekhalla was long gone by now. Leaving the banded female to mull over the many queer things she'd said. "I can take care of myself," Storm whispered, and then she swiveled around. She was now prepared to leave for real. Yet, even as she took the first step, Sabata was there, at her side. "We should head over to Iode's locker. He will meet us there and we can get our weapons back." "Good idea..." she responded idly; she didn't notice Sabata's conspiratorial expression or tone of voice. It didn't matter, anyway. Everything he'd suspected, she'd already concluded, as well.
Iode got wind of the news report...It was the first time in months that he had ever heard the news. He then realized who Storm was and thought it was best that they all get out of here. He didn't give a crap about the Graders or politics, but his new friend could have been killed so a public place like this was dangerous. He made it over to the locker rather quickly. This time he had the key already out. "We should get out of here...I think us in a public place right now would be very much unwise." I sound like an old man!!! Iode thought to himself, he did sound fairly ridiculus with using words that a standard Jock would never use. He shouldered his sniper and held out the other's guns. "If you guys need a safe place to crash, my house is open. if you don't mind Gramps that is, but he's too old to notice anything anymore." Grandpa was old and grey...too many wars had gone to his head. He slept most of the day and watched porn at night basically. Iode just fed him and bought the videos, thats about it though.
Sabata had followed Iode loosely after speaking to Winger, assuming that she was following. As Sabata moved towards the doors to the exit, the doors suddenly opened and Sabata was forced to move aside for... Volare. Volare was obviously surprised to see Sabata. "Surprised to see you again. You have no doubt heard of the news report about the firing range?" questioned Volare. Sabata didn't reply, he wasn't the type who answered pointless and obvious questions. Sabata was about to move past Volare, except that a dragon bumped up against Sabata so that he could get out of the doors to the bar. Sabata watched the dragon... the same dragon who seemed overly confident... Sabata moved past Volare before he could ask any other questions. While Sabata walked down the way to where Iode was, he noticed that thunderheads had formed in the sky while the three of them were in the bar. The ominous clouds loomed overhead like carnivorous beasts waiting to devour. As Sabata walked farther, he saw a flash of light and heard the vicious roar of thunder. Soon after, rain began to fall. Slowly at first, but by the time Sabata had caught up to Iode, a strong downpour was falling over his body, soaking his fur and making him damp in seconds. Sabata waited and listened to what Iode had to say before reaching over and taking a hold of the suitcase which contained his gun. "Many thanks. I may stop by your place if this... downpour doesn't lessen." spoke Sabata, his voice almost being drowned out by the heavy downpour. On a usual basis, Sabata would have found a shelter for himself. However, on a night like this, right after a bomb attack, Sabata was more eager than usual to stay around company. Especially if he was wrong in assuming that the bomber was out to get Winger...
