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In a world where the average worth of a human being was not that high to begin with, it was not all that odd for frequented installations to have a dedicated little corner for such transactions. The bar on Ames was no exception to that - it seemed as though even the Zoners, who would paragon themselves as the embodiment of neutrality, sometimes needed people removed.

It had turned into an unwritten rule for people within that particular line of work - one of the many quirks at their job, really. Any bar was a busy place, the harshness of space frequently needing a good dose of alcohol of varying quality in order to keep a mind going, but the seats and half-closed booths nearer to the job board were always frequented by individuals of an even gruffer exterior - and usually ones not belonging to those who owed the station. Sometimes one could see a pair or small group of such people huddling around the job board with their datapads, often sharing that stupid kind of grin as they motioned through and discussed over the targets of that day - nobody daring to expose that nagging little thought in the back of their mind that perhaps this was not the safest profession. Though what was these days?


That was the spot one would find Mr. Myleson, enjoying the constant buzz of conversations, music and other noises in the background while he himself took up a four-seat booth not far from the job board, in his hand a datapad in his own, while three large cups sat on the table itself, though only his was filled for now. Was this a bar on a Rogue base, things could have been a bit less tense, especially with the possibility of eavesdropping always present, but even Fred did not care much for it these days. He was a man in his fifties at least, but that did not make his visage less imposing. A man built like a brick-shetout and with the stern look of a seasoned father at that. The Rogue insignia on his choice of garment was hard to miss, but it only spoke volumes of a different kind - finding a Rogue of his age was a rare thing, after all.

Fred looked around a bit, now growing a bit impatient. There were a certain pair he had arraigned a meeting with, but now that Ji was waiting on him to look over a few things that were brewing even as he sat there, he was simply realizing just how limited his time was. The two pilots he had gotten in contact with would need to show up soon.