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"You'd think in a settlement this small, someone as large as Tuck wouldn't be able to hide," Spiegel grumbled, following Diziara and Tom into a bar tucked into the back room of a hole in the wall Klingon restaurant.
"This only makes me sure he had something to do with it," Diziara grumbled. Tom slid an arm around her waist, drawing her close to him. "He has to be here, he'd figure I wouldn't follow him through a place that serves dead gagh," she growled, drawing a looks from people at tables near the door. "What the jay' are you looking at?" she demanded, and they all turned away from her.
"Whoa there, filly," Tom said quietly, pulling her closer. She growled softly, her eyes scanning the place. Suddenly she slipped out of Tom's grasp and strode through the crowded room, murmuring 'excuse me' in a seemingly random selection of Klingon, Andorian and English to each person she brushed past. Tom and Spiegel exchanged a look before Tom followed Diziara and Spiegel made a bee line towards the bar tender.
Spiegel reached the bar before Diziara and Tom reached Tuck. Finding a pretty zhen behind the bar, a scar bisecting her otherwise lovely face, he turned on as much charm as he could. Talk of sweet nothings and money passed his lips as Diziara yanked Tuck out of his chair and threw him across his table, spilling his glass of something orange and ale-like in appearance across the floor. Spiegel quickly produced one of the two wads of cash he'd divided what Diziara had given into. The wad of cash quickly disappeared, and the zhen poured Spiegel a drink. He settled down onto a stool, nursing his drink and watching.
"Where the hell is N- Peggy Sue?" Diziara yelled, leaving almost no space between her and Tuck. It took him a moment to gather himself together, but he got both hands on Diziara's shoulders, and shoved her off him. Tom was there to catch her, and Tuck stopped as he stood up again and took this in.
"I figured that wasn't her real name. You know, Beck'll be hurt you didn't trust him with your real names," Tuck finally said, snorting. Diziara growled, and Tom laid a hand on her shoulder. "You own me a drink, bitch."
"The fuck I do," Diziara shot back, and moved forward. Tom stopped her.
"Where is she?" Tom asked quietly. Tuck's eyes darted to Tom for a moment, then fell back to Diziara.
"I had figured she was going to use you as her bull dog, when she first introduced us. You, or that Italian kid. I should have remembered she's always been a hands on kinda of a girl," Tuck directed at Tom. Diziara growled and tried to move forward again, but stopped when Tom gave her shoulder a squeeze.
"Whoa there, darlin', he's just trying to distract us," Tom murmured softly, stepping close enough he could do so with his lips next to Diziara's ear. She took a couple of short deep breaths, and made an effort to calm herself.
"I'm good now," she said softly to Tom, and he removed his hand from her shoulder. She strode forward, closing the space between her and Tuck again. "We're out of here as soon as we have her back, so if you start blabbing your mouth about who we are, I really don't give a fuck. However, you still have plenty to lose if I blab your secret. You will tell me where she is, or this will get ugly, quickly." She had moved so close to him there was not space between the two of them. She stood on tiptoe, still coming up short compared to him, but it was clear she was not in a position of disadvantage. Her hand rested on the handle of her knife.
He started moving so quickly that Tom drew his phaser, seeming to expect that Diziara wouldn't see it coming, but she had tucked and rolled as Tuck had reached to try to catch her in his grasp. She sprung from the crouch she'd fallen into, and slammed full on into Tuck, her knife drawn. She had it to his neck when she pinned him to the wall.
"Look, fucker. We can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way. Talk, or I start cutting on you in the most painful and crippling ways I can," she growled. Tuck pulled away from her gaze, and looked at Tom over her shoulder.
"Don't look at me, she's the one who's right pissed off. Or have you forgotten the discussion the two of you had earlier?" Tom returned, and Tuck's eyes widened a little. "I'm just here to remind her that we do need to get information out of you, not just beat you into a bloody pulp."
"I thought you people were non-violent," Tuck insisted, causing Diziara to laugh and Tom to shake his head.
"We look after our own. Looking for the non-violent solution first doesn't remove the violent option all together. Besides, look at the woman holding the knife to your throat right now. Does she look non-violent to you?" Tuck's eyes met Diziara's again, but he quickly looked away.
"Look, Servais owed this guy from way back. A stupid business move long before he and I met. Hell, I don't even know the guy's name," Tuck finally said, his eyes moving between Diziara and Tom as he spoke. "Servais and I were enjoying a drink at Skanky's, and he pointed out Stace, remembering the hub bub over Christine. I saw you, and told him who you were," Tuck's gaze met Diziara's as he said this, and she was quiet. "He didn't say anything else then, so I didn't think anything of it. There was no point in stirring the shit with the damn cockney bastard if it could be helped, he's somehow managed to endear himself to plenty of people with pull.
"Well, after you disappeared with your Vulcan friend, Servais told me I was going to need to renew my friendship with you," Tuck chuckled as he explained this part, and Diziara raised her eyebrow. "That all I had to do, to see that Servais' debt disappeared as cleanly as someone who crossed the Russian mob, was to stick close to you and your group. That at some point, there was going to be a chance to split one of your group off from everyone else and I was to make sure it happened. That's all the instruction I had, I wasn't told who it was supposed to be. Could have been any of you."
"Then why were you laughing when we left Beck's office?" Diziara moved closer, her face millimeters from Tuck's.
"Despite my insistence I didn't want to know what was going on, that I just wanted to get it done and move on, Servais insisted on telling me what was going to happen. That a couple of Ferengi were to sell whoever it was at the slave market, after using some Orion muscle to nab 'em. I couldn't help but find it funny, in a schadenfruede kind of way, I'd just played a part in sending the nicest person in your team off to likely become a sex slave."
"Where the hell is this slave market?" Diziara demanded, growling at Tuck. He shrugged as well as he could, given the way he was pinned.
"I'll be damned if I know. I generally try to avoid the meat markets. Too depressing, and pushes beyond what I can do and still be able to look myself in the mirror after." Tuck sighed as he admitted this, and Diziara cocked her head to one side.
"Servais is your partner, right?" she asked him, and he nodded. "Business or mate?" She leaned in closer, speaking very softly as she asked this.
"Both," Tuck admitted. She let go of him, and turned to stalk away. Tom looked at Tuck as he collapsed to the floor, dropping his head into his hands, and shook his head softly before he followed Diziara towards the exit. At the bar, Spiegel quickly knocked back what was left of his drink, left another small wad of cash on the bar top, and darted to catch up with Diziara and Tom.
"What's the news?" Spiegel asked, falling into step on Diziara's left side. She glanced over at him a moment, and Tom laid his hand on her right shoulder as he stepped up to walk by her side once they were in a wide enough avenue.
"We have to find the slave market," she said quietly, pulling her disguised communicator out of a tiny pocket on her hip.
"It's ironic that half-pint would be the one to get nabbed, she's the one who overheard the people talking about the market in the Chinese place we stopped to eat while scouting earlier. I should have most of it captured in a rough translation," Spiegel said, reaching into his pocket. Tom raised his eyebrow as Diziara grinned. Spiegel held out his PADD to her once he'd opened up the datafile in question, and she skimmed over it.
"Let me just give Stace a buzz, see if he and Gino found anything else out. Then we'll all meet up and see if we can get her back before she's sold," Diziara was in a little better mood after this exchange, and the three of them continued to weave through the street as Diziara babbled on in Klingon over her communicator.