Identification? They didn't have anything, unless their clothing counted. Or maybe the bracelets? Taura held hers up to where a camera could be mounted, but nothing happened.

"I agree. Let's see what they have to say before we cut ourselves a better Deal, mmm?" They were walking into a negotiation empty-handed, and they knew it. Well, not precisely empty-handed, but a little visible and concealed weaponry was usually a healthy assumption all around; that didn't count. What they had on their side was desperation; having little to lose was rather freeing, if one knew how to use it.

She retrieved her own flashlight, and added its light to Rita's as she ducked through the doorway.

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