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Murphy sets the empty pint glass down and wipes his mouth with his forearm. He's nearly fully reclined as he sits at a back booth of the Congress lounge, listening to the Congressmen banter. TAP TAP TAP
He raises his eyebrow at Congressman Finnegan, as the grisled old captain continuosly taps his titanium tipped cane on the marble floor. TAP TAP "Really, Cap'm?" he says under his breath. "Can ye nae stop wif th' cane? S' givin me a bloody headache. Caw..."
He closes his eyes, his mind bent on figuring out how in the hell that rat, Pharo got away from him in the Omegas.
Finn nods to Congressman McMillan. "Aye, lads." Finn says, "Planetform's a bloody fine place ta start. They willnae talk ta me, Oi've been a spike in thier tires fer a time now, but p'raps ye lot can open them lines..."
He stops as Tess taps him on the shoulder, and with a nod of her head, inicates the bar.
He winks, nods, and stabs his cane into the floor, levering his weight onto it to stand. TAP
"Scuse me, boyos. Business, aye?" he says to the Congressmen as he makes for the smoked glass doors. "Murph!" he shouts without turning. "Keep yer ears open an' keep me posted, laddy."
The doors shoosh open and he makes for the lone Captain at the bar, noticing Dekker's vigilant oversight of the two thugs as he passes.