06-30-2014, 10:33 PM
There was the faintest sounds of movement from somewhere near that fire, but with the echo, the size of the room, the sounds of their own movement, Drayson couldn't really make out much of anything. Probably just a few squatters, moving into a new area. He often wondered how they were able to feed themselves; the CCD was a capitalistic power house, not necessarily noted for it's generosity or abundance of philanthropists.
He glanced at Mr Mikhailov, and the other man shrugged, probably thinking the same thing as Drayson. Maybe a couple illegal immigrants at most, hiding away out of fear and suspicion. More of the same, really. He couldn't blame them; even the crew chief wasn't a small man, although perhaps a bit more round around the middle then Drayson or Ivan.
He moved deeper into the large chamber, and waved his flashlight side to side slowly, watching for any signs of trouble, and so that whomever was hiding didn't think they were trying to storm their hiding place. "You don't need to be scared. I'm here to trade, that's all."
He said the same in Chinese; he couldn't speak the language, but knew a few key phrases at least.
His tone was calm, confident, and friendly. Despite his size and build, he was often seen as an approachable and friendly man, something well conveyed in his gaze and tone. He indicated for Ivan to pace himself out a bit but stay back; a good spot to observe the room and provide cover if trouble brewed, hopefully without spooking whoever was in hiding.
Mr Mikhailov stayed a few steps behind Drayson, holding his lantern up, and spoke in Russian and English, introducing himself and claiming the same purpose as Drayson. The two men were rather familiar with folks being spooked by their presence, and were often careful about how they approached the groups that formed in the undercity. Some were less reasonable then others.
He glanced at Mr Mikhailov, and the other man shrugged, probably thinking the same thing as Drayson. Maybe a couple illegal immigrants at most, hiding away out of fear and suspicion. More of the same, really. He couldn't blame them; even the crew chief wasn't a small man, although perhaps a bit more round around the middle then Drayson or Ivan.
He moved deeper into the large chamber, and waved his flashlight side to side slowly, watching for any signs of trouble, and so that whomever was hiding didn't think they were trying to storm their hiding place. "You don't need to be scared. I'm here to trade, that's all."
He said the same in Chinese; he couldn't speak the language, but knew a few key phrases at least.
His tone was calm, confident, and friendly. Despite his size and build, he was often seen as an approachable and friendly man, something well conveyed in his gaze and tone. He indicated for Ivan to pace himself out a bit but stay back; a good spot to observe the room and provide cover if trouble brewed, hopefully without spooking whoever was in hiding.
Mr Mikhailov stayed a few steps behind Drayson, holding his lantern up, and spoke in Russian and English, introducing himself and claiming the same purpose as Drayson. The two men were rather familiar with folks being spooked by their presence, and were often careful about how they approached the groups that formed in the undercity. Some were less reasonable then others.