The Jig Is Up, The News Is Out

[Cambrio Montegue]

Cambrio Montegue sat on the motel room hoverbed with a grateful sigh. The grit and grime from three days of hitching rides was gone, his stomach finally full after a real meal, and his mind completely put to rest with the knowlege that he was completely prepared for tomorrow. All he wanted to do now was curl up in bed and read something that wasn't building schematics or a definitive history of Coruscant's underground.

He could feel his brother’s amusement at the pleasure he took in sliding between clean sheets and flicking the bedside lamp on. Maybe he did get a lot of enjoyment out of small things, but Cambrio's requirements for contentment had grown simple over the years: both of them safe and together, a successful job where no one died (excepting the ones that were supposed to), and a bed and food after. The latest issue of Blasters & Babes was just icing on the cake. Cambrio settled back into his pillow and switched on the datapad.

The lamp beside him buzzed and flickered.

Great. Cambrio wrinkled his nose with disgust and reached for the switch to jiggle it, but even as he touched the thing, the light settled. Oh well. Cambrio turned the datapad on again.

Another flicker, and the lamp went out.

Cambrio’s attention sharpened and the lanky young man glanced around the room at the other lamps, briefly meeting his brother's innocent gaze as the man also looked up. None of the other lights were flickering, nor was there any signs of tampering that might indicate foul play. Just a cheap motel room lamp, then. Cambrio sighed, starting to swing his legs out of bed. He could switch out the bulb out of the lamp by the 'fresher door that they weren’t using and let management know the next day.

The light went back on, and stayed on.

Cambrio paused, frowning at it, and gave the silky shade a nudge with one finger. Not even a waver. Hmm. Short, maybe? He slid back under the covers again, reached for his datapad.

The light from the lamp began slowly and steadily to dim.

With a growl, Cambrio tossed aside the slim 'pad and glared at his brother. "Vitt!" He gave him a frustrated, petulant look. "Seriously?"

[Vittore Montegue]

Vittore Montegue sat with his legs stretched out on his the motel hoverbed, hunched over a very old and prized family heirloom, cleaning out its nooks and crannies with care. One ear was plugged with a headphone, blaring some wild hard rock that edged towards solid, driving metal. The other ear listened for anything and everything, and for once, it was greeted with only the shuffling of Cambrio and the thumping from the room that they shared the headboard wall with. He grinned and chuckled, shaking his head at the knowing of just what their neighbours could possibly be up to. He also got some mild amusement from his brother's faithful subscription to Babes & Blasters, witnessing the younger (eighteen months, big whoop!) sibling 'open' the latest issue in his clean, waiting palms. Then the lamp flickered. Vittore paid it no mind, as a flickering light still provided enough light to clean the old revolver. Then it resumed normal function.

Then it went out. The elder brother really did look up this time. Maybe Cambrio was playing a joke...but when he met his eyes, Vittore realized it wasn't the case. A short moment later, the light came back on.

It wouldn't stay put. Flicker.

Cambrio's protest would be predictable from miles away. Vittore paused, looking up at his bro again.

"Sure, bro, blame me." He balled up the oily rag being used to clean the revolver and made a clean shot with it at the younger's face, which was twisted with annoyance, by the way.

"Get a real girl. You hear me? R-E-A-L. Then the light wouldn't matter...oh wait..." Pause, for effect more than anything. He tried to look thoughtful, but it wasn't one of his strong points.

"...bratty lil' dude like you couldn't get any if he tried. Sorry, I forgot." He emphasized the point by jabbing the revolver at the scruffy lil' rat.. Which wouldn't be smart if the thing were loaded at all. But it was a keepsake more than anything, and hadn't been fired in....eons, probably.

A conceited grin accented his face as he made the jokeful accusation.

[Cambrio Montegue]

Cambrio snorted and shoved the barrel away from his face, considerably less contented. Beside him, the lamp started to dim slowly, as if it thought he wouldn't notice. Cambrio grit his teeth.

"Right, like you're not doing your little Jedi mind trick, hand-wavey thing." The man scoffed at his older brother and demonstrated said hand-wave. It took a lot of self-control to ignore the smug look of amusement on Vittore's face. With a patented Montegue glower, Cambrio settled back into his pillows.

And hung his head in despair as the light suddenly winked off, then began slowly to brighten.

Growling, he tossed his datapad across the space between the beds. It missed his brother's head by inches. Fortunately, Cambrio didn't.

Using the springy hoverbed mattress to his advantage, he launched himself at his sibling and seized him in a viscious headlock. The younger man whaled on Vittore's arm with a fist before releasing him. "Knock it off! I'm trying to relax before tomorrow!"

[Arya Ravenwing]

Thump thump.

Arya grunted as she shoved the bed against the wall one last time, satisfied that the hole she'd carefully cut into the carpet was once again covered up. She started to wipe her hands on her pants, looked at the grody floor covering, and then changed her mind and walked to the 'fresher to wash them.

These little dirty motels seeded Coruscant like flyaways from a puff weed. But, they served their purpose. Arya flopped onto the bed and grabbed for the remote, flailing about a bit as the hoverbed shifted and banged into the wall again. In motels like this no one noticed a little banging on the wall. In fact, usually it was expected.

She flipped on the holovid, looking for local news coverage. In the room on the other side of the wall, someone started fighting. Arya turned up the volume to drown it out.

[Vittore Montegue]

After the headlock and the most recent accusation, Vitt had it. That was IT. He would not let Cambrio pin this one on him. No way in hell. A dysfunctional lamp in a seedy motel is dysfunctional of its own volition. It seriously was not his fault. And when he was allowed to breathe again, the elder brother intended to make sure his sibling knew it, with a headlock of his own, wrapping his legs around the younger man for good measure and giving him noogies that burned like nobody's business before releasing him...

...only to shove him to the floor between both the hoverbeds and hop on top, pinning him down good. Left hand full of shirt, right hand pulled back in a fist (the revolver was at the younger's head, on the floor), Vitt was ready to let Cambrio have it.

"You're not pinnin' this dren on me, bro. Even if it was my fault, you really gotta learn to take a joke..."

And then he let that fist loose, with intent to whallop the boy good.

[Cambrio Montegue]

"Oh yeah, 'cause this is hilarious." The younger man wriggled, eyes drawing into narrow slits. He'd been in this position too many times to count and, while each and every time had been a painful experience, he'd learned from them. Cambrio was just as skilled at this particular fratricidal game.

The fist came down and his knee came up. It was aimed a little too much to the left to nail his brother in the groin directly but really, the difference was negligible.

It was enough to give him the time to twist a hand free and snatch the revolver from the carpet before catching his brother's knuckles with his jaw. Cambrio hissed and shoved his feet into Vittore's chest, propelling him away from his chest.

Vaguely aware of the rising volume from the next room (but honestly not concerned about disturbing anyone since the alternative was getting his tail whipped), Cambrio waggled the revolver enticingly and then held it above his head. It was times like these that he relished the few inches he had over his older brother.

Cambrio fixed Vitt with a triumphant grin, his shaggy hair even wilder from the mussing. "Oh ho, who's laughing now?"

[Vittore Montegue]

Two feet planted into one's chest generally has the effect of propelling the receiving party backward on to his rear end. In this case, in compliance with the laws of physics and other such logics that attempted to apply to an illogical universe, Vittore Montegue's bottom made contact with the floor of the sketchy motel room, and his head followed through by making contact with it also. A light thud issued itself as accompaniment to the bump that would surely surface later. When Vitt focused on his younger brother again, the taller man was standing over him, the close-to-his-heart treasure - the revolver - suspended over his head mockingly. Cambrio had at least half a head over his older brother, and he took every opportunity possible to use it to his advantage (in matters of sibling rivalry, especially) and this advantage was often a pain in the elder's hide.

Still, Cambrio's ignorance in the matter of arms was Vittore's own advantage. Well, in most cases. Here, it meant he wouldn't accidentally get shot (not that the relic revolver was loaded), since his sibling couldn't tell the trigger from his own butt and his aim couldn't hit the broad side of a bantha, no matter how much he wanted it to. During these thoughts, he pulled himself to his feet, rubbing the sore spot on his scalp. Vittore eyed the revolver, then gave his brother a perturbed look. He stepped closer, holding out his hand expectantly.

"Hand it over before you do something by accident, Cam."

Cam didn't relinquish the nonfunctional piece, dangling it over Vitt's head, and that made the older brother twitch in annoyance before trying to jump and yank it out of his hand himself - with no success, it should be said.

"By the Force, you are and idiot."

A smirk on his face, Cam leveled the barrel right at Vitt's nose. He grabbed for it, and Cambrio whipped it away, before leveling it again in the same position. He raised his voice considerably, in effort to get a point across.

"It's loaded, and you don't even know where the trigger is. Hand it over, Cam." A partial lie, but Vitt was dead serious.

[Arya Ravenwing]

Her next door neighbors made some more rather loud thumps, and then it grew quiet again. Arya turned down the volume a tad on the holovid and checked her wrist chrono.

They'd be here shortly. The 'safe' she'd cut into the floor under the hoverbed seemed to leave a warm impression on her back as she reclined on the matress above it. She slipped her hand under the pillow beside her, reassuring herself with a touch that the railgun she'd stashed there was still in place.

Money first, goods later. Money first.

Arya retrieved her hand and scrubbed it through her short black hair. She wasn't nervous. No, not nervous. Maybe a little concerned, though.

The smuggler flipped through the channels, not watching any of them.

[Cambrio Montegue]

Cambrio made a face that was supposed to be intimidating, but which mostly looked like six-year-old indignation when painted across his features. He might not have had the same prowess with weapons that his brother had (which was borderline freaky) but he'd been raised by the same man, and had the same training. He wasn't a complete idiot.

"Is not." The man said loftily, holding the revolver out of reach. "I saw you empty it. Besides," Cambrio drew out the word with vague impatience. "It doesn't fire anyways. It's a hunk of junk."

That was sure to rile Vitt up faster than anything. He had an attatchment to the old heirloom that Cambrio privately thought was unnatural. "I want to get a good night's sleep before we hunt this damn thing and if you keep doin' your stupid little tricks, that's not gonna happen. Remember Naboo?"

Oh stars. That had been a colossal cockup from the word 'go'. Or, more accurately, from "run you freaking moron, run!" which was the first thing Vitt had managed to gasp out before everything went to hell.

His brother grunted. Cambrio raised an eyebrow. "If we'd gotten sleep the night before, our reaction time would've been way better and things would've gone down different."

"You big pansy."

Cambrio rolled his eyes, but didn't relinquish the weapon. "Seriously, man. I just wanna hunt this thing and be done with it, with as little bodily harm as possible. So I'm not givin' it up until you swear to knock it off."

[Vittore Montegue]

Hunk of junk?? PANSY?!?

The first-instinct growlies of anger were starting to bubble up, and Vitt was clenching his teeth, clenching his fists, looking up at the revolver... Cam... revolver... Cam... then swallowing the feelings, breathing in, out, in, and ouuuuut (finally). Then, slowly with a fragile cap on those feelings, each word dragged out.

"I. Didn't. Do. Nothin." Breathe in. Breathe out.

"This is a rickety old motel, full of hookers and sleaze, the light could just be - oh, I don't know..." He rolled his eyes, rolled an exasperated breath. "...defective, you know?"

The light flickered. Buzzed. The delicate cap on his annoyance creaked. A finger thumped on Cambrio's chest, punctuating every coming word.

"You know... I was gonna catch a few zees after I was done cleaning..." Thump. Thump. Thump. He looked up again at the revolver, the bargaining chip for a reestablished silence that he had originally never provoked. "...but your juvenile little imagination was up to no good. Again. It takes two to tango, jackass."

Vittore brought his eyes down from the lofted piece and stepped in closer, nose to nose as much as was possible with his taller sibling, and took a fistful of shirt, doing his best to pull Cam down to his physical level.

"Now hand the revolver over, and just turn the bloody lamp off so we can both get some shut-eye."

[Arya Ravenwing]

The holonet didn't have anything interesting on it (well, there was a fuzzy channel of Rodian porn that was interesting...) and Arya turned it off with a sigh.

Railgun still under the pillow.

The lights flickered, and she frowned. There was a knock on the door, and she got up, boots thumping down to the ground as she walked over to it. "It's late," she called.

"Not too late, I hope." The voice was masculine and oily.

"Gods, Gruber, you're as annoying as a Kuati blood fly." Arya pressed the door controls, letting the portal open. A cocky looking Corellian lounged against the far wall, along with two other equally greasy looking men.

"Ravenwing!" Gruber beamed. "Its been too long."

"Not long enough," she groused. "I have the stuff."

"And I have a habit of not conducting business in hallways." He looked at her pointedly, and she backed up with a sigh, allowing Gruber and his flunkies entrance.

Arya wrinkled her nose as he passed. Too much cologne. She keyed the door closed, and shoved past the three Corellians to stand between them and the bed. "Money first." She held out her hand.

Gruber cocked his head to the side. "I want to see it first."

Arya raised a dark eyebrow. "I sent you a holo."

"Oh, please. This isn't going to get us anywhere." Gruber grinned. "Just get it from wherever you have it ferreted away, and I'll get the money to you. One million credits." He nudged the taller of his two companions, who put his hand in a pocket and withdrew a small pouch. "Credit chits marked into manageable amounts, ready for deposit."

The smuggler returned a humorless smile to match his, and took one step back towards the bed. Gruber watched her lazily, but when he looked most lethargic was when he was most dangerous. Kneeling down, Arya put one hand on the edge of the bed by the pillows and another closer to the middle. She gave it a push, revealing the cut away carpet. Bending down further, she pulled back the scrap and put one hand inside the hole.

And felt a blaster poke her in the back. Gruber reached around and relieved her of the blaster that was in her shoulder holster. "Take your hand away, Arya. I don't want to have to hurt you."

She narrowed her eyes at the expected betrayal, keeping one hand on the bed as she carefully pulled her other hand from the container in the floor. "Frell it, Gruber, I thought you had a little imagination. But this is just classic you."

"Save it," he said, passing her blaster back to his friends, and moving around to the other side of her, his weapon still trained on her. Gruber reached down into the hole, retrieving the plast container. "What's a little bad business between friends?"

Arya's left hand moved just a bit on the bed as she slowly got off her knees and sat on the edge of it. "Frell you, Gruber."

He winked. "You wish."

She made a face. "I think I just threw up a bit in my mouth." Her hand moved under the pillow and her fingers brushed the butt off the rail gun.

[Cambrio Montegue]

Cambrio squawked as he was tugged down by his lapels, glowering at his older brother. Just as it had when he was five, the lilt to Vittore's voice made him flinch and Cambrio folded like a deck of cheap cards. That tone almost always preceded a major butt-kicking and he wasn't up for a three-round brawl with his big brother. Cambrio grumbled under his breath and then shoved the revolver in Vittore's face.

"Here's your stupid gun." Cambrio said scathingly. He rolled his eyes as he retrieved his datapad from the stained carpeting and set it on the flimsy table before crawling back into his bed. With a menacing look at the lamp, Cambrio flicked the switch and laid down. It remained blessedly dark.

He was just starting to get comfortable when he heard the murmur of voices from the next room over. Cambrio moaned and shoved his head under the pillow. He heard Vitt shift, knew his brother was probably listening to their neighbors. The dude had superhearing, seriously.

"I just want to sleep." The younger Montegue complained aloud, to the galaxy at large. "Just a little sleep so I can stay on top of my killing-nasty-beasts game. Is that too much to ask?"

[Vittore Montegue]

He'd just slipped under the covers when he heard the escalating voices in the next room. The walls were so damned thin, unsurprisingly, since it was a poodoo shack of a hotel. Vittore rolled over on to his stomach, propping himself up on his forearms, cocking his head one ear up and listening. Cambrio's complaint interrupted his eavesdropping, and he shot his bro a glare completely obscured by the darkness of the room. He really could be a little whinybaby sometimes.

"Shut up, would you? I'm trying to suss out what's going on in there." He whispered bitingly, then murmered equally as silent: "Don't think I'll be able to sleep with what that noise might turn in to..."

He heard Cam grumble something else, and just ignored it, focusing on the voices seeping through the barely existent walls. "...it doesn't sound too good. Somebody's night is going sour."

[Arya Ravenwing]

Gruber popped the lid off of the plast contained, and rifled through the contents. Cursing, he threw it on the ground, scattering cheap datacards from nudenudenudetwil'ekifemales, a local strip joint. "Where IS IT?"

Arya didn't flinch at his sudden outburst, instead using his momentary distraction to pull the railgun from under the pillow and point it at him. Gruber's eyes looked like they were about to bulge out of his head as he took a few steps forward, his blaster aiming right at her. "WHERE IS IT?! YOU FRELLING WENCH!"

"Calm yourself, Gruber," Arya snapped, "I'm not so much of a fool that I'd have it in here with me. I just wanted to see what you'd do.... and I was right not to trust you, wasn't I." She narrowed her eyes, ignoring his weapon and his buddies who were turning their destructive attention to the rest of the room, turning drawers out and throwing everything all over the place. "I am still ready to do business. Give me the money."

Gruber snarled something unintelligible, but he tossed her the bag. Arya let it land on the bed next to her, rather than take her eyes off of him and his greasy friends. "Wise choice. You know this weapon can blow a hole in you big enough to crawl through."

"WHERE IS IT!?" He was shaking with rage, but kept his lackeys off her with a jerky wave of his hand.

Arya raised an eyebrow, "Its next door in the minibar."

Gruber glared, and nodded to his guys, who barrelled out of the door and went next door. Unfortunately they went to the wrong next door, and broke down the door to an occupied room, rather than the empty room on the other side. Arya kept her weapon trained on Gruber, not trusting him an inch as she put her hand out and reached into the bag of credit chits.

Pulling one out she verified that it was real, and thought, not for the first time, that this was a lot of fuss over a datacard. Of course, she'd received the 'card from an ex-Imperial scientist, and gods knew what was on it that Gruber wanted in his grubby hands.

[Cambrio Montegue]

It was impossible to ignore the rising din from next door. Cambrio growled in irritation and sat up, yanking the chain on the possessed lamp so hard that it nearly came off in his hand. He palmed at his eyes, blinking against the dreary yellow light.

"What ever happened to common courtesy? It never occurs to anyone that some beings are trying to sle--" Cambrio trailed off at a virulent glare from Vittore. He sat up a little straighter and leaned closer to the wall, catching stray bits of dialogue.

"What're they talking about? What's missing?" He whispered. Vittore waved an impatient hand and Cambrio frowned as the conversation continued. "Next door? Wait, us next door or the other way?"

Without waiting for an answer, Cambrio shuffled his gigantic frame off his bed and over to the minibar. He opened it up - half a bottle of Chandrilan vodka, a few cold ones, some overpriced bottled water. Huh. The man's lips twisted into a puzzled frown and he leaned down to get a better view as he ran his hands along the interior.

"Whatever, there's nothing here," Cambrio remarked over his shoulder. In the next second his fingers brushed over a slim package, taped against the roof of the 'bar. It came loose with a tug and Cam studied it carefully. It was a datacard; it looked like every datacard in existence. What was on it that was so important?

He closed the door to the small fridge and stood up, 'card in hand. He tossed it over to Vitt. "Dunno what the big deal is but I think we better get rockin'. I gotta feelin' we're going to have some unwelcome visitors any second now."

[Vittore Montegue]

Vitt caught the tossed datacard, fumbled it, nearly dropping it to the floor, then stretching over the edge of the hoverbed to rescue it. Just a little further stretch had him off the bed completely and on the floor with a thud and the questionable stains on that very floor, but the 'card was nestled safely in his hand.

"Fuck. Dunno, Cam..." He trailed, turning the 'card over between his fingers like he were twirling a large stylus, and becoming very quiet at the sound of approaching footfalls. He whipped an 'ohshit, now, gogogo' look at his younger brother at the realization of a potential asskicking that would hit him if he didn't move... fast. He flipped himself off his back and onto his stomach to slip the datacard into his pants pocket and haul out the real useful IR-5 blaster pistols from underneath the bed he had fallen out of and looked rather ridiculous, at that. Scrambling to his feet after a few moments of having made sure everything was properly set, he tossed one the few feet at Cambrio, then harshly gestured that perhaps, just maybe they should take up position on either side of the door.

Slamming (not too loudly) against the bulkhead on one side of the door, a giddy, shit-eating grin suddenly appeared on his face as Cam took up position across from him. "These asswipes are gonna eat my bolts."

There was something about the excitement on Vittore Montegue's face that was entirely all too disturbing and to some people, rather wrong. Nothing was wrong, however, with enjoying your job, and that was the way the elder Montegue brother looked at it. All too eagerly.

[Arya Ravenwing]

The door next door splintered open rather easily, but then, this was a cheap motel. Smelled like dren, too.

Blaster fire burst out immediately, and Arya tightened her grip on her railgun as Gruber hopped up and down and swore. "Not that next door. Krasst, hire some competent lackeys next time."

"I'm going to kill you, bitch," Gruber promised, as she edged around him and made for the door. Looking into his crazed eyes, she could smell the insanity leaking out of his pores, and knew that he would. Even with the gun pointed at his head, and his guys next door probably bleeding into the cheap drokking carpet, Gruber was crazy enough to shoot her.

CRAK!

Gruber's nearly headless body went flying backwards, arms and legs like overcooked noodles as he collapsed into a heap by the refresher door. "It was just business," Arya growled, "You crazy mother-freller. Not my fault you're stupid."

She holstered the still smoking railgun and ran out the door into the hallway, scooping up her blaster and satchel as she did so.

[Cambrio Montegue]

Cambrio didn't like killing outside of a case but it was an unfortunate and unavoidable part of the sort of life his family lead. He and Vitt offed things for a living. That meant there was at least an equal probability that at any given time they were themselves targets, whether directly or indirectly related to the mark they happened to be profiling. It wasn't his fault that he was simply better at his job than the three goons that had burst in were at theirs. Maybe if Dad hadn't drilled such a commanding work ethic into him and his brother things would have gone the other way. At any rate, even though he hadn't enjoyed blasting the Rodian dude to frell, Cam wasn't going to waste time getting maudlin about it. He had no illusions; it would have been them slumped on the cheap filthy carpet, bleeding lakes, had they hesitated.

"It would be nice," Cam commented as he cautiously toed at one of the bodies, "to spend one uneventful night planet-side."

Vitt snorted in response and moved to the door, swiftly checking for more unwelcome company.

"'Nother dead one next door." He called from the corridor. Cam frowned. Whatever was on the datacard was obviously valuable to someone. Probably wouldn't be hard to figure out who once they accessed it, and then maybe if they played their cards right they'd be able to squeeze a profit out of this mess.

"Krasst. Whoever these guys were dealing with obviously played a good game." Cambrio sighed and hefted one of the bodies up onto a broad shoulder. It'd be easy enough to dump the whole lot next door. Housekeeping could deal with it. They were charging enough in this dump.

"Hey V, lemme take a look at that 'pad." Cam grunted as he shouldered the body into the second room, dropping it without empathy. Except for Gruber's corpse, it was empty. "Vitt?"

That was weird. Cambrio swept the room and there was definitely no sign of his brother. The only explanation was that he'd double-backed and gone down the hall. Maybe he'd found some other stragglers. Closing both doors, sealing the bodies from view, Cambrio jogged back, ears straining for sounds of any struggle.

[Vittore Montegue]

Cam said something, but Vitt didn't hear, dismissing it as unimportant. The lackeys were dead, crisis averted, right? He'd seen something substantial move around the corner and out of sight. How substantial was the matter that he'd seen a rather nice rear and killer form and was having no doubt that it just had to be a woman. The sight, however brief, had brought a mild smirk to his already handsome face, wiping away any concern over the two now-dead lackeys; concern, of which, there was little to none. Dead is dead and they were out of the way and... what was that?

Pursuit seemed the most prudent course of action at the forefront of his brilliant tactical mind, since he figured the owner of the sweet ass had a heck of a lot more than just innocent bystander status in the situation. The fact that she was packing was a very obvious tip-off.

Tip-off. Heh. Oh, I laugh. Heyyyyy... down boy. Business first, right?

"Hey... lady. Yeah, I'm talkin' to you! Come on, wait up, would ya?" He uttered in a whisper-yell, when he figured he was in range. Vitt wasn't as stupid as he came off - his blaster was ready if this woman decided to get uppity.

[Arya Ravenwing]

She whirled around, railgun pointing at the man who was trying to get her attention. He quickly raised his own blaster, keeping them in a stand off for the time being. Ah, the next door neighbor it seemed. She'd planned on doubling back and retrieving the chip from the room later, but it seemed that fate had other things in mind.

"So what am I waiting for?" Arya mock whispered, mimicking him.

[Cambrio Montegue]

The distinctly terse sound of lowered voices made him palm his blaster as he neared the corner. Cambrio considered trying to be stealthy but figured it was basically a moot point by now; even if he could pull off a small element of surprise, it would hardly give them an upper hand here.

The younger man rounded the corridor, weapon aimed casually - but precisely - to his brother's left, at the woman. He lofted a brow as he took in the scene and bit back a sigh; it was embarassingly familiar, an armed female aiming a weapon at his older brother. Happened every goddamn time they were planet-side, it seemed like.

"Well now," Cambrio offered the woman a wry smile as moved forward to stand beside his brother. "That's not a very polite introduction. My brother here's just trying to be friendly."