“Why noodles?” Eth asked as he pointed at his bowl of noodles with his neon pink chopsticks.
“What’s wrong with noodles?” Chuck retorted around a mouthful of noodles.
“Don’t point with chopsticks,” Puddles said while pointing at Eth’s chopsticks with her chopsticks.
“I said, what’s wrong with noodles,” Chuck repeated after swallowing.
“Not that,” gesturing with his chopsticks Eth said, “the chopstick thing.”
“Heard it somewhere,” Puddles answered.
“I like noodles,” Whiskers spoke up setting down a neon orange with red swirled cup.
“Every time?” Eth asked. “Every single time we meet, we meet at a NiHo’s. Why?”
Puddles slurped down a chopstick load of noodles, Chuck looked to Whiskers, and Whiskers took another sip of tea, “Cheap, healthy, and best of all who is going to come here to listen in on any conversation?”
Looking around, “Good point,” said Eth.
Returning to his bowl of noodles, Eth ate in silence for a few moments.
“Anyone want to share some dumplings?” Chuck asked.
Puddles held up her chopsticks. Using the tabletop holo-menu, Chuck ordered dumplings. Eth set down his chopsticks and put his hands together in front of his face, thoughtful look on his face.
“What is on your mind, Eth?” asked Whiskers.
“Shouldn’t that be my question to you?” gesturing at them with one hand Eth responded.
“You look like you have something to say is all.”
“Number two dumpling platter,” the waiter announced to the table as he set a large steamer full of dumplings in front of Chuck.
“Thank you,” Chuck mumbled around a mouthful of noodles.
“I need you to do something for me,” Eth said talking over the waiter and Chuck.
Looking up from her bowl of noodles, Puddles said, “From us.”
“In exchange for what?” Whiskers asked.
“My usual fee.”
Puddles, Chuck, and Whiskers exchanged looks, “Must be important to you,” Puddles said.
“It is, but not just for me, some friends. Deal?”
“Deal,” Whisker responded.
“Great what do you need from me?”
“Just two? Not a whole gang?”
“Just two and they need to want mechanical augmentation.”
“Long story, we need to get into a doctor’s office. They only take gangers who get augmentation…or at least we think. We can’t get inside.”
Whisker slide his tablet across the table, “Our information.”
Eth spent a few minutes reviewing the information before sitting back, hands in front of his face. “I think I can find a few gangers for you. It will take a day or two.”
Puddles said, “That’s fine. What do you need from us?”
“I need you to find Red Twist,” he said with some finality.
“Head of the Red Hands?”
“Still no clue,” said Puddles.
“Wait, the bike gang?” Chuck asked.
“Is he lost?” Whisker asked sarcastically. “I would think you would be able to find him,” he said to Eth.
“He’s hiding from some friends of mine…”
“And you owe them,” Puddles interrupted.
“Something like that,” he shot back.
“We just need to find him?”
“That’s all, find him, and keep an eye on him until my friend arrives.”
“Since we have a couple of days of waiting, we can get right on that,” Puddles said looking to Whiskers and Chuck.