Another Hunt

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A/N: R&R please, come on my people! Oh and I'd like to send a shout out to: Goddess of Oblivion: I'm glad you are a fan. The wanna be dwarf: Dream big honey! Tears of Jade: I'll keep on writing if you keep on reviewing. Juuchan Star: Here it goes. Silver Fan: I will persevere!

Chapter three, Bar fight!

"Now-uh-how did you say you knew this place?" Will asked eyeing the shady characters that made up the bars residence.

Obat looked up from her foaming mug, "I used to work here. This is the type of place where you can pick up all sorts of information." She said as she took a small sip.

Silver nodded his agreement, and downed the last of his grog. But the minatour scowled in disapproval. He shifted his bulk in the too small wooden chair he was now sitting in. The chair creaked in protest. "Why would a lass like yourself--" Obat glared at him, "'Scuse my plain speaking. Why would a person such as yourself be looking in a place like this for information?"

Obat's eyes took on a slight yellow tint in them as anger brought out her father's heritage, as she struggled to bring up the right words for the explanation. She could not reveal the secret of the treasure map to him, even though he seemed decent enough. "Revenge." She said, and decided that the simplicity of the explanation should be enough for him. It wasn't.

"Now why would you be looking for that, we cast off tomorrow, what kind of revenge could you hope to accomplish before then?" He asked.

Obat opened her mouth, her slightly pointed canines reveled more than ever, to snap an insult at him, something along the lines of being a nosey cow, when Silver interrupted her, by waving his hand in the air.

"Pay no attention to the imp, she's jus lookin' fer a fight, she's always been like at'." Silver cast a meaningful eye at her that said in no uncertain terms, that, that was all that needed to be said.

Obat feel to the back of her seat and slouched, "You have no idea." She said in a last attempt at defiance. She took a deep long swig of her grog, trying to drown out her sorrows. After finishing it, she slammed the mug down on the table, with a satisfied sigh.

Will looked at her dubiously, the synthetic lamp light of the bar dancing across his beastly face. "How many of those have you had."

"Huh? Oh, lost count at five, I think."

"And your still feeling sober?"

"Not the least bit tipsy."

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, what can I say, I can hold my grog." She singled the new waitress over for another, looking at Silver's empty mug, she held up two fingers. The waitress who finally made it over, carrying two new foaming mugs, was the new waitress Panex had hired to replace Obat. The waitress was a feline species, very pretty; it was obvious why Panex had hired her. Pretty services brought in good customers. When Obat reached into her pocket to pull out a few coins to pay the girl, she shook her head.

"'Ese are already paid for." At the confused look Obat, she clarified. "By 'ose 'ree gents o'er 'ere." Silver leaned to the side to get a good look at just who, was sending them drinks, what he saw made his skin blanch.

There were indeed three 'gents' in the far corner. They were mostly covered by shadow, but Silver could tell who they were immediately. Silver glanced up at Obat, and to his horror, she was waving them over. She had no idea that they were the ones involved with Tom's death.

"Lass," He hissed under his breath, "Don't be wavin' them o'er here."

Obat let her hand fall to her side. "And why not? They just paid for that drink your holding." She said, indicating the drink he did indeed, hold in his hand. "The least we can do is thank them."

"And if it were normal stances we were talking under, I'd agree witcha lass, but," He said marking the progress of the three with his mechanical eye, "ye'll just hafta trust me on this one. 'Em are bad blokes." He tried to make his tone as convincing as possible, he didn't think that it was as convincing as he would have liked, but his point got across. Obat turned her back to the three, which would have told any person trying to get a date, that she wasn't interested, but they weren't looking for a date.

"Evnin' darlin'." One of the hulking reptiles said taking off his hat for her. "Are you enjoying dose drinks we sent you."

Obat didn't answer him, across the table Will cracked his knuckles in warning, and Silvers mechanical eye glared red. That didn't sway them, the man's smile faltered for a second, but he quickly hitched it back into its happy place. He motioned to a set of empty seats. "Would ye' be mindin' terribley ifin we sat down and joined you?'

"Yes, I would mind." She answered him bluntly still not looking at him.

The bolder member of the three stepped forward and griped her shoulder. "Me thinks, you need to learn some manner-" The rest of what he was going to say was caught in his throat as he felt the tip of Obat's boot knife stick onto the scaly underside of his chin.

"You should think carefully before you speak again, sir," she hissed, her bat ears were almost pointing to the ground. "You've already said enough to persuade me that it might be just as well if I slit your throat and have done with it."

The room had gone silent. No one was moving. Not even the new waitress, who stood watching with a dishrag in one hand and her mouth open. The man gasped as Obat pressed upward with her knife tip. The knife had appeared so suddenly that the man's hand still gripped Obat's shoulder. "I didn't mean-- " He began stammering.

"You didn't mean," She cut him short. "that I needed to learn new manners, am I right?"

"Yes." He swallowed thickly.

"You didn't mean someone as crud and stupid as yourself could teach them to me in any case, right?"

"Yes."

"You wish to tell me your sorry for assuming this, am I right?"

"Yes, yes!"

As she was saying this a cloaked figure in the corner pulled a plasma gun from his belt and took aim.

Will caught sight of the movement and noted with some horror what was about to happen. Though he had just met the girl, he liked her, she remained him of his little sister he had back home, so he felt a special attachment to her, that was not just from their natural skills with engines. So, naturally he didn't want anything bad to befall her. He glanced around thinking quickly; he did the only thing that seemed logical at the time. He stood up and flipped the table, causing it to crash in the table next to theirs.

"Bar fight!" He bellowed and pushed one on the nearest person next to him, into the nearest person to them, causing a chain reaction.

The fight traveled straight to the cloaked figure a man jostled his arm just as he pulled the trigger causing the blast to go wide.

Obat's head jerked up and she saw who had shot. She bellowed in rage and tore after him. The man jumped up and caught a low beam on the ceiling; he swung himself on top of it and ran to the window, his long skeletal legs seeming never to touch the wood. He leapt out of the circular window, sending glass to rain onto the brawl below. Obat, Silver and Will ran to the door, Obat still held her knife ready. She was the first out of the door. Her short hair whipped at her skin and by the moonlight, her two companions could see her eyes had turned yellow in her rage. She looked to the rooftops and saw the figure standing there, once more taking aim with his gun. Obat threw the knife and it whizzed through the air in a metallic arch, striking the man's arm, just below the wrist. The man on the roof grasped his arm in pain, dropping his gun. He let loose a low animalistic cry of rage. Obat's cry mirrored the man's as she scaled the building, finding hand and foot holds in a seemingly smooth wall. Silver and Will could only watch from the ground, as she reached the roof, the man pulled off his cloak and leapt from the building, he unfurled his bat like wings and flew off into the night. Obat continued to run to the edge of the building, for a moment it looked like she too might leap off the building but she stopped. She threw her arms out in frustration. From the ground the two herd a ripping noise and saw a miniature version of the man's wings stretch out from the two new holes in Obat's shirt and vest as she yelled, after the man into the night. The she sunk to her knees and held her face in her hands and wept openly, her shoulders racking with sobs as every event in the past two days rushed back to her. She leaned forward and tipped slowly forward and fell off the building plummeting to the ground below. Will saw what she was doing before it happened and ran as faced as his hooved feet would carry him, and he caught her as she fell and held her close to him as she wept, like a father would his child. Silver hobbled over to the two his metal leg whining in the effort it took. Through out the girl's sobs he could make out the word, Father.

A/N: Ooooooh! Cliffhanger. R&R. I tried to my hardest not to make it as mary-sue-ish as possible, with out leaving it out completely.