h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

[Stirling:"Richard to you, or Mr. Stirling. I'm here to see- *notices Jeff*-someone. Well, Jeff, how are you doing? Nice brig they've got here. Pity about you being in it. By the way, that hurt. *massages jaw* Right on the bone. I was expecting a left hook, you used it more often... *wipes blood off face with a handkerchief, blue, with the initials R.S. on it, turning it an odd purple*]

*Jeff steps from behind Scandrea*
[JEFF]: hello...sir. What are you doing here? You do realise that we are...in a...erm position don't you? I think I'll be fine to skip my paycheck if it's all the same with you. However now that I'm not in your employment perhaps I should offer you some advice...there's a lot of big people with guns around here and your ex-wife is in charge of them...

*He looks shifty and starts edging towards the door again*

*glares at Jeff and points to the vacated chair*

*Jeff sits down again with a quiet thump and looks a bit surly before realising he is no longer the main hate object and begins to look a bit brighter*

Ok fellas why don't you tell us why you're here and what you want starting with you dear

What are you and Kinsey after

[Stirling: "You know full well what. I want you to sell me that paperwork. Now."]

Paperwork? what Paperwork, our marriage was all paperwork

*Mutters* Unfortunatly */Mutters*

*an SG-6 private enters an passes LeRue a printed peace of paper, LeRue looks at it for a while and looks up with an inquisative stare. The private shrugs, sautes and leaves*

*LeRue pockets the paper*

*Looks at LeRue and shrugs*

[Stirling: "Ah, I see you're acting as if you're stupid... Doesn't take much effort, I suppose."]

*Gives Richard an icy glare*

Sorry m'am just a little info, turns out our friend Gargarov was working in the Senatorial Bodyguard last. Not freelance as I thought.

Is it significant

*Looks a bit over her shoulder.*

Hmm? Probably, yeah.

Richard, what are you up too

*Still staring over her shoulder*

He's been too quiet...

Richard, you see the guy in the next cell

*points to Mahes*

How do you fancy sharing with him

[Stirling: "Me? Why, I'm just checking up on my little friend Jeff, speaking of whom-" *rounds on Jeff*]

Oh yes Jeff, what is he doing here and what do you want with me

[Stirling: "Jeff? He's harmless. He's just here for a quick look around..."]