That night, Jason realised that many of his stalkers were no longer paying attention to his store. He had not heard anything more from the Lord, which probably meant he was caught up in negotiations about purchasing the poor versions of the Arbalest. 'Hopefully, they'll be kept busy for a while...'
Syssie sighed as she sprawled over one of the worktops. "I know it's necessary, but you're playing a dangerous game. You have to set up somebody to take the fall before they start questioning why they can't track down the culprit."
"I know... I was going to set up someone from the Red Steel Gang, but they're nowhere to be found. It's almost like they've completely disappeared." Jason complained as he struggled with the problem. "I don't have anyone else in mind if I'm being honest."