Derilos smirked. "Actually there is." He handed a piece of paper to the woman. "Take that to the head of your weapons department. I need it to be built asap. It can go on Greg Rodnick's tab if you know him." The woman came and took the paper. Derilos took out his comms device and started making a few calls.
Greg read the message in front of him. He was able to type back a reply when he received another message, "You are being charged for: Bio-mechanical arm repair/replacement, Personal escort service, recovery room for one. If this is incorrect please state so, if accepted we can charge you immediately or just before you leave." Greg was confused, who would charge him like this? It wasn't cheap charges either. Greg checked the name of the charger. 'Derilos' Greg laughed. "Ah typical of him." Greg accepted the charges. "I just hope he doesn't ru me into the ground. I like helping him but this is getting heafty..." Greg sat back in the comfortable seat in the dark room and began contemplating his thoughts.
Yamato was busy working with a few androids in constructing a new robot when the servant showed up. Knocking on the door which was already open, Yamato turned around distracted temporarily. He loved his work and didn't like to be deprived of any time he could get doing his job. The servant bowed and handed Yamato a folded piece of paper the size of his hand. Yamato said nothing as he unfolded the paper and it grew more then three times it's folded size. A vividly drawn woman was detailed. Yamato leaned over and looked at the servant distastefully, shaking his head. She shrugged in confusion and Yamato looked at the picture again. This woman was clearly not meant to be human or...was she? So many different machine parts on her she might as well have been human. "It is my understanding someone wants me to build this?" The servant noded as she should, yamato hates anyone talking while the machines behind him were still at work. "Very well." A legnd on the bottom left hand showing what was what and a picture of the woman's face was drawn and colored in. "Well well. Whoever this guy is, he'd better be able to pay for this.." His voice was deeper then usual for some reason so he scratched his neck randomly. Hanging up the picture on a board, Yamato addressed his androids. "Boys! We got work to do, let's get it done..."
*Lee enters the Hasir Bar. His dark cape waves while he walks straight to the barkeeper*
"Hola senor. Are you open today? I'm thirsty."
*he orderes a rheinlandish Bier and takes a seat in a dark corner of the bar. He let his dark-green eyes wander through the bar, looking for something or somebody. He sighs when he notices, that he's alone here. He grabs a small book out of one of his cape's bags, and puts it on the table. He stares outside through the small windows of the bar into the debris field, for a few minutes. Then he takes a pen, and starts writing into his diary*
// sorry for grave digging. But I didn't wanted to open a new bar on Kreuzberg Depot, just to be able to continue my RP.