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Kestrel glanced down at herself...nary a speck of blood on her. The benefit of being a 'sniper' under the circumstances, though she had the others to thank for putting up a formidable melee wall. Zhent too had avoided direct combat. It was good.

"Treat us as you would strangers under the circumstances," she said to Kinkade. We all must be strangers to each other, unless we had met previously to boarding the train. Once we disembark, see to what business you have, then we'll rendezvous. A hotel, I think, would be best. One none of us are registered in already and some distance from here."
 

Rat thanked the Emperor that the questionable package is finally out of his hands for the time being.

"Thens, we leave you for today. We will sees ya when we see yas next."
 

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One more problem will be Brutis. It's kinda hard to hide a penal legionnaire with an explosive collar, someone will have to be his minder/owner/jailer

Since this is an incident with cultists, it will fall under the jurisdiction of the Arbites instead of the planetary police force. Kincaid could claim the investigation rights since she was a witness to it all.

There's a heap of dead cultists. You can either leave them be for the arbites to search 'em and hope Kincaid can pass you the details when they become available or you can search them yourselves.[/sblock]
 

Harrigan Zhent, Imperial Psyker

OOC: The train is ostensibly still moving, correct?


"If there's anything telling on these bodies, perhaps we should look for it now? Given the carnage, I don't expect getting their blood on us does anything more than support our story that we escaped by the will of the God-Emperor, yes?"

[sblock=ooc]Seems better to get out of contact with the officials as quickly as possible. Hoping Kinkaid can sneak out evidence once its been collected seems a harder proposition than trying to sneak it out with the carnage and confusion[/sblock]
 





Brutis stood in silence as the others talked around him, as it has always been. Standing close to his new master… mistress, he glanced around at the blood and had a flash of the corpse-filled trenches back on Trigus Secadus. Slightly shaking his head, he looked up to see the group debating about the package. Brutis had no idea how to help so as he was taught, he wouldn’t say a word until his master… mistress said he could or was addressed directly. As he watched, his eyes kept glancing back to his auto-gun that was stabbed into the floor like a fence post. At once he realized something odd. He was so use to being stripped of his weapons that he had forgotten that he still had his equipment. He reached down and drew his revolver and in one smooth movement, spun it around so it was handle first then withdrew his knife and tossed it up, catching the blade so it was too handle first. Just before they began there search, he spoke, still debating weather talking was worth dying, which was the most common response.

Mast… Mistress?” as she spun around he offered them to her. “My weapons.”
 

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