"Uhm, just so we're clear here, you both understand we ain't got a chance in hell to beat these guys if this comes to fighting?", Rafa whispered over the comm channel, his voice calm and steady despite the message.
He wasn't happy with the situation at all. He didn't like not knowing about Caretaker's apparent enemies, didn't like Panther mentioning their employer, didn't like Ahuechei pulling a gun, didn't like not having a gun himself and especially didn't like not having noticed a fucking tank driving their way until it'd been too late to avoid it.
Rafa whistled appreciatively. "That's a lotta money. You can buy a lotta troll-sized panties for that, huh, big guy?"
"If you've been following, you gotta know the dwarf's kinda, I dunno... broken, right? Tell yar mage to come closer and check it out. Only him."
Rafa winked at the troll. "Makes it easier to do the whole 'geek the mage first' thing if this turns bad, too. Oh and by the way, you guys know there's like a whole buncha cops just a block away, right? Been kinda busy tonight."