"I don't think it's safe anymore to meet here." The words were spoken in a sharp, urgent whisper as a lean man in a hood, glanced over his shoulder for the third time in less than a minute. His hand twitched near the pouch at his belt, as though the weight inside demanded constant reassurance.
The other man frowned. "What do you mean, its not safe? Has something happened?"
"Are you blind, or just stupid or have you been living under a rock? Haven't you heard? There've been disturbances near the Ruins. The upper ones are all angry because someone was actually able to invade the space. We've been ordered to change the drop point until it is discovered who went there and how. So, it is too risky to keep using this place."
The frown deepened. The second man shifted his stance and rubbed his face, "What? Change it now? You're joking."
