Utterly Mad

"Right, yeah, tactics, fake shipments, espionage, you're doin' a great Matt Damon impression, man. Keep watchin' those old holo-flicks, soldier-boy." Loach remarked in a not-at-all subtle way, coughing into his arm as he strode to the center of the room. "Anyhow, well, those barroom folks might not be up for speaking with a UN rep, but how 'bout a suave young guy with a lot of cash representing some groups that may wanna, I dunno, buy this shipment?"

As he posed this question, Loach turned to face Duncan, his trademark (at this point) smirk plastered on his face. "...With big Beefy McSwordCop there in case things go south. Whaddya think, Lieutenant?"