The rain pounded New London as it always had, the thunder rolled in the distance, and a paladin touched down outside Christy's. A pair of figures rushed into Christy's.
M'guire nodded to Christy and added gruffly, "Th' usual, an' some 'erbal fur th' boy... Dun ask. Back room ready?"
Wide-eyed and put off balance, all Christy could mumble was a "Yes, I think so."
"Could ye bring 'em in when they're ready? Cheers. Right, Bob, follow me." Well, wasn't that rude. Not like him at all.
In the small room, M'guire found he was the first there.
"Right, Bob, ye got the data?"
Still looking shaken, "Bob" or Robert M'guire answered, "Uh.. Er, yeah. Right 'ere." Handing a small data stick to his uncle, who pulled a small, beaten up, old data reader.
"We'll put it up own this. Right, calm yersel' down. Ye can trust 'ese men, they're giid men, an' we're grateful fur what ye've got."
The tinkle of the door chimes sounded, and both M'guires looked at each other, then the door, just incase.
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