Mike was growing increasingly nervous, and could not shake the chill up his spine that felt like somewhere someone was discussing him. He checked his pad again. No new information, no messages, but the local holonet chatter was ablaze with conversation about the lockdowns. Questions of what was happening, why was it happening and especially who it was happening because of. That chill went through him again and he took a drag off his last cigarra. He'd burnt through his whole supply since this had all started.

He could feel the nervous energy making his leg bounce under the table as the waitress came back again asking if he was ready for his bill. He shook his head and just tapped the mug for a refill. She complied but he could tell she was growing irritated, even without his empathic gifts it would have been obvious - with them he felt like she were screaming in his face to get out of there and free up the space in the quickly busying cafe. It was across from the spaceport, a spaceport that was now closed and the people expecting to use it had to go somewhere in the interim.

Nothing from Lancer yet, still nothing from the company, it couldn't hurt to try one more time right? Just to double check. He entered Mr. Prent's comm number one last time.