There was a short but relieved sigh from the wolverine when she realized she'd finally get some peace. She leaned against the grill of the truck, arms crossed, the last shreds of illness dissipating from her mind and body.


With everyone's focus on the coyote and his fancy top, it would have likely taken a moment to notice yet another person approaching the group on foot. Anyone with good vision and focus would have been able to see his features: he was also a canine, with blue-ish gray fur and golden eyes, but little to suggest he was something other than an average dog. With his black vest and military-style boots, along with his stern posture, it wouldn't have been much of a logical leap to deduce that this was the 'government man' that Casey had spoken of.

He was silent until he was within clear earshot, still standing a good number of feet away from Jack and Geoff. Only then did he stop, hands behind his back, eyes scanning the scene before him, and a stone-faced expression.

"I'm looking for Mr. Will Casey." His voice was firm and clear, yet spirited and somewhat high-pitched.

The considerably larger boar stepped out of the group with a more... welcoming, less procedural look about him than the operative standing before him. It wasn't that he was sloppy; his pants were clean, his shirt was tucked in, and his red jacket was minimally soiled given the adventure he'd just undertaken without laundry time, but the way he postured himself and grinned just looked jolly.

"Tha'ss me," he said, extending a (left) hand to shake. "Agent Gardyner, is it?"

Casey winced when Corin shouted; he glanced over his shoulder at about the same time as Pax peeked around him. Somewhere in the awkward silence following, he reestablished eye contact with a look that was either uncomfortable or apologetic. However, before he could comment on just who that was (if Pax hadn't already mentally matched him to the profile of the "maybe crazy Cape Nordener" Casey had described on the phone on some prior occasion), Jack spoke, then Latika threw in her lot of concern.

"Y-yeah, that's still on the docket, just..."

It suddenly felt very crowded there.

"I think, uh, in this company is maybe not the best place to talk about this," he finally said, directly to Pax, clearly irritated by the fact that he could hardly get an introduction out of his mouth before everyone started interrupting.

Vade was still up and comfortable on the side of the dump truck, merely watching the scene unfold now, although he couldn't help but snicker as what seemed to be a regular conversation at first begun to erupt into a sprawling chaos with multiple voices interrupting eachother.

Now he realised how glad he was with the fact that the boar shoved him off when he tried to stick his nose in whatever their business was.

His eyes occasionally dropped to check if his top-spinner was still on the ground next to the truck where he left it, before he turned his eyes back to the scene in front of him, trying to make out what they were talking about, which wasn't easy because of his distance for starters, and the chaotic talking through eachother wasn't helping out either.
But just watching the boar that had shoved him off verbally earlier sweat under a crowd was giving him a satisfying feeling of payback.

Casey gave Pax a deadpan look. "You didn't handle it?" he uttered with a voice that somehow both groaned and sighed. "I've kin'na been on a pirate galleon for a while, so, no, I don't have it cov— y'know what, no," he suddenly interrupted himself, standing straighter with palm out. "We're not gonna fuss with this. Look, just— just walk with me, talk with me here, let's get some things squared away."

With that and a pat to the shoulder, he started meandering off in a slow trod down the docks, away from the others.

"Before we do anything, here, just answer me two questions," he began in a low voice. "One, d'ya have my money," (cue a paranoid glance over his shoulder), "and two, how much support d'ya have at'cher disposal? Manpower-wise?"

Ivan was uncharacteristically quiet through all the banter. He was fairly new to the scene and was just absorbing all the details he could. He looked around at people as they spoke, trying to piece it all together.

As Casey lead the agent away from the group, he took a deep breath. If he was going to join this adventure, he had to get up to speed. He walked over to Geoff, putting a friendly arm around his shoulder with a goofy grin.

"So, lad... What do you suspect be our next move?" He asked, hoping to get his take on the situation.

Ivan nodded intently as Geoff spoke on his thoughts about the situation. Li Fang was a familiar name for sure. Bad news, that guy. He released the hedgehog and gave out a hearty fit of laughter at his apprehension regarding Casey.

"Arr.. Don't you be worryin' about ol' Case'. Ya don't get ta live as long as him doin' this kinda thing without a few questionable connections; he be on the level. We be havin' a history, me an' him." He grinned, throwing a playful punch at the hedgehog's shoulder. Yeah. As if Ivan wasn't one of those questionable connections, right?

"Real question be where to find some booze, ya savvy?" He said as he looked around the harbor. What's a harbor without a bar a short walk from port? Sailors always needed a drink after a long voyage.