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"Next!" alarmed the slig guard of the lobby.

Querig noticed that he was next in line. He ascended out of the chair and moved towards the Oddfather's office with his tiny glukkon steps.

Before he entered, the slig raised his arm, halting Querig.

"You know the rules," said the slig, "Your here to pay your respects to the Oddfather, now pay them."

"Yeah, yeah," replied Querig.

He signaled for his slig vallet to come forth an make the payment. The vallet came forth and deposited a single moolah coin into the coin slot of a meepy bank, sitting on a stool beside the slig guard.

"Go on in!" said the guard in a welcoming manner.

Light was fading from around Querig from the shadiness of the office. The Oddfather seemed to intend for his office to reflect his business. Querig felt his heart beat increase in speed as he stared at the back of the Oddfather's chair. The Oddfather's personal slig guard had the same mean look that the glukkon dressed in red had.

He was now a few feet from the doorway when it closed. The Oddfather twirled his chair in a semicircle and was now facing Querig. He was face to face with the fates.

"Querig!" said the Oddfather, "how nice of you to drop by!" He was speaking a wickedly slow pace.

"Yes, Oddfather," replied Querig, "I hope my time is well used in this session and I--" he was cut short by the Oddfather.

"Don't be so tense! We're in a room where everything is right front of you, no lies. Fung, how much do you nap while on patrol duty?"

Without missing a beat, the slig guard replied, "Twice."

"You see?" said the Oddfather, "I tell you no lies."

"I see, good Oddfather," replied Querig, "Now what exactly did you want to see me about?"

"Querig, you are a good gluk. With your help we were able to keep our eyes open about this transaction. It took place so far north that we thought a little moolah might slip out of our sight."

The Oddfather paused for a moment and gave a fatherly, yet almost malevolent grin at Querig.

"But, I'm afraid I will need your help once more," he said, "You see, the NSSU has some of our friends, by mistake of course, and we need your family to giv me support in this matter."

"What kind of support?" asked Querig.

"Oh nothing much, just some of your men to give our men some more company. Of course everything will be handeled through negotiations from the chroniclers, but I feel our own men need a little more support in such a time." He said this in a very deceptive tone.

"Ahh, I see, good Oddfather! How many batalions are you asking for?"

"Don't refer to them as 'batalions'! Sligs are a valued member of the family, and we shall refer to them as so! They are not just soldiers, they are the backbone of this community! Just send over enough men that you think is needed."

"Yes, Oddfather, I will get to it as--"

It sounded like a stuggle was occuring outside in the lobby. Querig felt the pulses from many foot steps, heard the mechanical sound of a slig's pants and the voice of a worried being.

Suddenly, the door swung open and a glukkon wanna be was hoping frivilously towards the Oddfather's desk.

"What is this?!" yelled the Oddfather, "one client at a time!"

"My good Oddfather," said the frantic glukkon, "Mulg is dead!"

"Dead?" replied the Oddfather.

"It happened this morning, at the rendevous point."

"THIS MORNING?! But that's when the exchange for the moolah was supposed to take place! Did the moolah make it?"

"I know! And the worst part is, THE MOOLAH IS GONE!"

The Oddfather's jaw dropped like a waterfall.

"After Mulg was killed," said the glukkon, "Everyone took off. Nobody bothered to pick up the Moolah!"

The Oddfather seemed to still be maintaining his cool, "That was the bribe money for the NSSU. They get greedier each time. We can't afford to pay it on the rate we're making form our local operations."

The room was silent for a few moments.

"Fung!" called the Oddfather, "Who was in charge of security for this rendevous?"

"Umm," replied Fung, "let me think.....oh! It was Grut!"

"Fung, I want you to pay Grut a vists, and bring him a pack of those cigarettes. Right over there next to that framed issue of Slime Magazine."

"But, sir! Those are--"

"Exacty."

The slig moved towards the shelf and retrieved the pack of cigarettes. He then departed from the room."

The was silent for a long time.

"So," said Querig, "How many batalions will that be?"

The Oddfather had twirled his chair away from Querig's face and was now in his original position.

"Send every slig you've got," demanded the Oddfather.

Querig had a grin on his face now. He left the room just as simply as he entered it.

OCC: I hope this post doesn't speed things up too much, just in case you still want to get your characters set up some more.