Dil turned around quickly to blaster fire and shouting about the police. Damn, this had gone to hell real quick, he thought. He should've realized that betting so much would have tipped someone off, not to mention the hefty prize. In the ruckus, he ran to the back and pushed through the crowd, there had to be a back door... right?
Once outside he caught up with the other men. He looked at Richard.
"Whatever ship you have I'd be glad to accompany you. As for where to go, I have no idea, but I feel like I need to make it up to you for getting me these credits"
[member="Zev Cata"] | [member="Richard Von"] | [member="Dorrian Korr"]