[Clay meanwhile has no idea about any of those tip offs. He just stays at attention, though there's a long stretch of silence where nothing happens, save for an awkward little movement from Clay before he speaks up.]
Uh, sir? We'd like to request payment.
Oh. [The man digs into his suit and pulls out several rows of credits, all wrapped up to keep them together.] Well, regarding that... there's been a change of plans. [And back in his suit those credits go, and he keeps his hand there, leaving Clay to start to move out of his posture. Okay, now this doesn't seem right.]
The contract has been changed as of now. I keep the money...
[But now, from the suit, he pulls a gun. Or, at least, a gun from this station, so it doesn't quite look like anything they've seen before, but it's still obvious what it is. It's loaded, and it points right at Clay, who's obviously the leader of the two of them and the stronger one - at least, that's what it looks like to the man. Clay, having never had a gun pointed at him before, freezes, eyes wide, hands automatically raised just slightly as if to try to persuade the guy not to shoot by that gesture alone. His first instinct is to run and hide, but he fights it, knowing that that would just get him shot right then and there.]
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Uh, sir? We'd like to request payment.
Oh. [The man digs into his suit and pulls out several rows of credits, all wrapped up to keep them together.] Well, regarding that... there's been a change of plans. [And back in his suit those credits go, and he keeps his hand there, leaving Clay to start to move out of his posture. Okay, now this doesn't seem right.]
The contract has been changed as of now. I keep the money...
[But now, from the suit, he pulls a gun. Or, at least, a gun from this station, so it doesn't quite look like anything they've seen before, but it's still obvious what it is. It's loaded, and it points right at Clay, who's obviously the leader of the two of them and the stronger one - at least, that's what it looks like to the man. Clay, having never had a gun pointed at him before, freezes, eyes wide, hands automatically raised just slightly as if to try to persuade the guy not to shoot by that gesture alone. His first instinct is to run and hide, but he fights it, knowing that that would just get him shot right then and there.]
And you leave quietly, and maybe I won't -