"Alright, our plus one is near! Let's see if you can find him!"

Sighing, Kursed begin to check the crowd of this part of Harbor. A fastidious task, given the fact that the shops part, where almost all weapon and material sellers are located, is all crowded because of the interest it have. Not really tempted to playing some odd hide and seek, she decide she should rather buy ammo and fuel over here rather than wasting her time.

But sadly, she's followed by Clark, who probably wants to create some team bond with her. She can't blame him for this: he obviously wants to be useful and to make a good impression. But it's not something she's enjoying right now. So, ignoring her follower, she head to her usual supplies dealer. She could even teach some things to her comrade in the process. He really needs to know how things work.

Arriving at her address, she immediately says:

"As usual, Don. Ship it to my s…

- Wait a second… it's a plasma thrower, right?"

Surprised, the vixen considers her comrade, which seems more confident than ever, something she wasn't expecting. Puzzled as she is, the merchant ask:

"Yeah… and?

- And… it's illegal you know? You could get some troubles because of it…

- Who would cause me such…"

Interrupting the trader, who is obviously amused by his demeanour, he violently put a circular object, barely the size of his hand, in front of his interlocutor. Which, upon seeing it, lose his mocking behaviour, becoming almost scared. Glancing at the little object, Kursed recognise some kind of badge, with a Lylat army symbol on it. Knowing he now got an advantage, the ex-soldier claim, with a determined tone:

"Well, by an extraordinary coincidence, I could have a few friends who could… make your stay here a bit longer, if you know what I mean… say Clark, copying the style of Husk. And even… make affairs more difficult…

- Damn army crook… any way I can keep you quiet?

- Make a merchant gesture to Kursed and… add to it a pistol blaster. And who know… next time my "friends" could do some shopping in your stand."

Grumbling, the supplies dealer obey nevertheless, probably scared by the potential consequences of an army strike on his business. The bounty huntress, on her side, grabs her fly mate by the wrist, getting him a bit away in the crowd. He did something she never expected him to do, and she wants to know how he manages to do it. After putting a safe distance between her and the tricked seller, she asks to the fox, still shocked:

"How did you manage to do… this?

- I don't really know… admit Clark, suddenly clumsier. Sometimes I'm just able to make some nice tricks like this… guess that I learned a few things after lying so much to save my life, my savings or… and I don't like those kind of jerks.

- And who don't tell me you're not telling me another lie?

- Well… I guess something in my tone don't match, right? And honestly, I don't think I could lie to the hairs that make me join the academy!

- Oh, I… thanks, I guess, tell Kursed, reconsidering him. Sorry for calling you a looser earlier…

- No problem, I know I must look like one… especially in such a place…"

Giving him a little pat on the shoulder, Kursed nod her head before going back into the flood of people. After all, she was tasked to find someone in the middle of all those customers. But after checking her sides, she gave up traditional search: it would just take too more time to wander around here just for a single person.

So she decides to stop, thinking. As for now, Husk seems to recruit people that seem out of place in Harbor. Clark would have been better on the seat of a school, since he must barely have more than eight-teen years, and she knows she got things over don't have: a great experience with fighting, that she don't learnt in an academy, and telepathic powers. If someone needs to be in her team, it must be someone out of ordinary.

Looking around while keeping this in mind, she doesn't take long to find an especially out of place guy: brown leather trench coat, dirty blue pants and boots with metal pieces on it. On top on that, this grey cat, standing still while looking around with his brown eyes, as a piece of headphone on his head.

Exactly the type she's looking for.

Coming a bit closer, Kursed is surprised to hear some music coming out of the headgears, even with the people around. Her potential fly mate must be deaf, or have earing problems. Nevertheless, she says, not expecting anything:

"I think I might be the one you're looking for, no?"

To her surprise, he ear her, and turn his face to look straight in her eyes, making her slightly uneasy. He got something odd in his overall look and behaviour. And the fact he stays mute don't help it. Shrugging her shoulders, the vixen tries to get out, only to find he's following. Clark is obviously more scared than she was, but at least she will be able to proudly announce to Husky that she found her entire team.

Or at least, the first elements of it.