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Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Dusty Lens - 10-10-2011
Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Recovery - 10-10-2011
It was then that Vincent saw the Wall. The sheer ridiculousness of the mass of post-its nearly made him spit his beer all over the poor guy sitting next to him at the time. Standing up from his barstool, he made his way over to the wall and attempted to read the notes. After a few moments of squinting at the notes, Vincent gave up. Glancing around to make sure nobody was looking, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his precious goggles and slipped them on. Now able to see the writing as more than an assembly of blurs, Vincent began to read the collection of comedic poetry.
Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Zelot - 10-10-2011
Cardinal walked into the bar, it had been a while. He had just flown in from Freeport 14 where he had been spending time in the coziest little pub. The older man made his way to a booth in the back and sat down.
Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Kaze Dagon - 10-10-2011
"I am the Head of Security. I am allowed to walk in here with a piece."
Kaze exhaled and savoured the sweet taste of that cigar.
With that, she picked up the gun and looked at it.
"In the time this gun was made, it was considered it was a very precise and accurate description of the Liberty Security Force. You know. In the old days."
"LSF now uses high recharged repeaters and such. Highly inaccurate. Good for rookies that barely shot a gun in their life. Thus, it is just spray and paint, of all things."
"LSF now uses high recharged repeaters and such. Highly inaccurate. Good for rookies that barely shot a gun in their life. Thus, it is just spray and paint, of all things."
She placed the gun again in the table and looked at Walker.
"You are like this. What some may call a relic of the past, noneffective.. We call it effective and most deadly. Every eight shots from it is a death throe to come."
Her smirk was evident.
"Keep your wits, Mr. Walker. For you are not a relic. You are an eightshot gun."
She grabbed her data-pad once again and started typing.
"Welcome to the Reaver Merc. Co., Eightshot."
"With this, the deck chief is already waiting for you. I will be forwarding my sugestions to the boss, for her to give you grant to access the trainee guns and program."
"With this, the deck chief is already waiting for you. I will be forwarding my sugestions to the boss, for her to give you grant to access the trainee guns and program."
She finished up the message and then placed the gun under her jacket.
"Now if you excuse me.. I got work to do and it does not get done on it's own."
Then Walker saw. This woman was wearing a cane. And moving with a very painful visage.
As he was opening his mouth, she quickly replied.
"Do not fret. I can walk on my own, Mr. Walker. Good luck in the trainee program."
"Oh and by the way, the boss told me to tell you 'Any attempt on fracking us is impossible. All the data that is sensitive is way out of your reach. You won't have access to any other contracts, or tech.' So basically.. You try to do any.. weird business, your life is forfeit, obviously."
"Oh and by the way, the boss told me to tell you 'Any attempt on fracking us is impossible. All the data that is sensitive is way out of your reach. You won't have access to any other contracts, or tech.' So basically.. You try to do any.. weird business, your life is forfeit, obviously."
She nodded and with a slow paced walk, supporting herself with the cane, exited the bar.
Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Walker - 10-10-2011
"Well," Walker began in soliloquy, "That was quite an unnecessary show. Eloquent, but unnecessary." Despite the aforementioned, Walker was overall wholly satisfied with how things played out. Of course, as he had previously expected or rather assumed, he would be kept in the dark. At the end of the day though, all he needed to know was his targets, and he'd divine everything else.
Walker stood up, his eyes darting back and forth carefully scrutinizing the scene before him. When he had concluded that what he was looking for was not present, he casually maneuvered past the tables and their respective patrons until he had exited the bar and disappeared down the long slender corridors of the Liner.
Walker stopped, the myriad assortment of security cameras swiveling towards him.
'Eightshot... Old and Reliable... ... Wait... I ain't old...'
Walker scoffed.
Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Daedric - 10-10-2011
"What in the effing 'ell is this, Chambers?!" Ethan shouted as he slammed the goggle wearing bloke to the floor, "you hire this nitwit as a joke?" Pressing the business end of his pistole into the back of the bloke's skull, "What's your business here? Chambers hire you?" inquired Ethan to the unfortunate fellow.
Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Recovery - 10-10-2011
"No joke," Vincent replied, holding back his growing fear. "And I'm here because Silver told me to come. Good enough for you?"
Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Dusty Lens - 10-10-2011
David didn't deign to turn from the wall, on which he was scribbling a helpful note to Lazuli about lancing boils on his pecker, as he calmly returned:
Ethan, while I've full respect for rule 4 rule 5 is a bit of a joke until we actually figure out how to operate the medical bay. So maybe take out your aggression on the scrub out in space?
But, yes, he's one of our doe eyed applicants, bless him.
Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Daedric - 10-11-2011
"How fortunate for you" sliding his pistole back into its holster beneath his jacket, Ethan hoisted Vincent up. "I've a job for you, garyon" turning and facing the Wall, "I want this thing cleaned up. All the vomit and piss cleaned off, but if even one post it or comment is gone when you are done....well let's just say it will be messy for you." Handing the other man a blood soaked wash cloth and a bottle labelled Everclear, Ethan wandered over to the bar.
"O'Reilly! Some wine and cheese please, monsieur."
Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Kopesh - 10-11-2011
Lungu Stefan walked into the bar.He noticed the clouds of cigar smoke floating over the tables,people talking loudly and ocasionally cursing,and obviously the bottles of fine beverages.
He sat down at an empty table,ordered a small glass of strong wisky,and waited silently,while trying to listen to the others in the bar.