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Laryn looked over as a girl began to approach them and turned to Sacura. "Sounds good Cura. Just don't get caught."

So now his job description was to start a brawl. Well, this seemed like it was going to be easy, especially considering that they are on Omic, the scumbag pit of the galaxy. The only thing that he really had to be cautious about would be his other... associates showig up if it was reported that he was here. So the sooner they could start the fight the better his chances.

As the girl came within talking distance she took a defensive stance, as if she expected him to punch her out just for beeing there.

"Who are you?" She demanded

Laryn smirked and walked a little closer to her and responded, dripping with sarcasm. "Tourists. Could you please help us? We're lost."

Now there were two things wrong with Laryn's statement that he hoped would make her suspicious enough to try to bring them in for info or something. One, there were no tourists on Omic. Two, everybody knew what they were doing on Omic.