You give the soldiers a sheepish grin. "Don't worry, I've already gotten the talk about what happens when you open the scary doors," you tell them. "...Actually. You're part of a larger force?"
"Aye," the officer agrees, cautiously.
"You hiring?"
To her eternal credit, Amy manages to make no sounds of shock, though you can hear her feathers stiffen at the unexpected tactic. The officer looks puzzled too.
"Boss is kinda far off," one of his subordinates mentions.
"Jack's close by," another reasons.
"He /is/ close by," the officer agrees. "Listen - we can always use skilled men, but we're on assignment here. So if you're looking to get hired, I'll have Carl and Triss here take you to Jack, and he can decide if he wants to pay out of pocket for you. Do good work and a rec from him can get you a distance with the Lush."
"Sounds workable," you agree. Carl and Triss - both human and professional, though Carl's hair is an odd shade of blue - step out of formation and beckon for you.
"Let's go," you tell your companions, before setting off with your enemies in the lead.
This whole affair is giving you a skeezy feeling in your soul. Harry and Applegrove both taught you to be honest. Captain Miller encouraged it too. But - well, but there's not time for that, right now.
Heh. Bri'll probably laugh like hell when you explain it to her. It sounds stupid thinking about, it, but...
"Jack," Carl says, professionally. You startle out of your reverie and look up to see a lean man turning away from the door he's contemplating. Jack isn't precisely handsome, but there's an angular, blade-like quality to the man that suggests motion. He wears a coat much like Brianna's, all dusty grey and bulging pockets, and a large sack hangs from his left hip, bulging full enough that you have to wonder why his belt hasn't snapped.
"Is the rest of your squad okay?" is the first question you hear from the man; he sounds concerned.