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Out from scraps - Epo - 07-29-2016
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LOCATION: Mactan Base, Bar
DATE: WED-JUL-13th 823 AS, Late evening
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------The hour was late and Mactan's bar was full as usually. Adam Walker, a Lane Hacker pilot entered the place slowly, from far entrance. He stopped and looked around. There've been people Adam's recognized at first sight, but also some he didn't. Despite that, he wasn't surprised, he's been in a bar and bars are known for attracting various people's attention. Peter White, the Mactan Bartender seemed to be quite busy serving booze there and there. Although some tables were already reserved, Adam found a suitable one in dark corner of the room - a place both separated from unwanted ears and with possibility to keep an eye at bar's entrance.
"Yes, that place will be perfect" - he thought and decided he's going to sit there later. He looked at his clock and realized he still have had quite a while, so there was no need to hurry. For now he approached Peter's position by the counter and stood idle as the bartender was busy looking for something with his back turned to Adam. He raised his eyebrow and waited in silence wondering how much time will it take until Peter realizes about his presence. Peter wasn't the youngest guy onboard the Mactan, but he was definitely a person you could trust. He has never revealed the secret, both being sober or drunk. Or at least it seemed so in Adam's opinion.
Everyone present in the bar was busy doing something, it was either planning further moves or just relaxing after long day filled with work. And some were just drinking for alcohol itself, withno any reasons or goals. They either wanted to taste being absent-minded or just were addicted to some kind of alcohol. Summing up, there've been nothing special, just a jumble of random groups of people being busy with themselves. Bar's light just kept some of them hidden and some visible. The atmosphere was filled with some loud conversations being nearly silent with loud music in the background. What's worth noting, the air inside was more or less fresh and not yet filled with smell of vomit. That was either thanks to air filtering devices or people didn't get seriously drunk yet. Maybe the party was yet about to begin.
In the meantime Peter has streightened up and it looked like he found what he's been looking for...
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RE: Out from scraps - Epo - 07-29-2016
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------He slowly turned around towards Adam and his face has expressed being surprised with a slight smile for a short while. That expression has changed almost instantly into a wider smile and both men shook their hands in a strong masculine way. Adam sat on a stool, which happened to be left empty nearby and rested his left hand on the counter's top. He took a look at everything what was surrounding him, when the bartender gave some weird looking drinks to a few customers. The liquid substance, which filled the mug had an intensive green tint and smelled deninitely not the way Adam wanted drinks to smell - it must have been some poor alcohol. He's been always rather conservative in terms of alcohols, prefered vodka, whiskey or just a beer. It doesn't mean he never drank anything else, he did and even in number, but it's been only when he had to, and only the most expensive ones.
Peter took another mug from below and started to clean it with precision, which was characteristic only to him. All the known bartenders used to neglect this activity and literally didn't take care about it. Well, it wasn't much different in Peter's case, but you could notice he pays more attention to this task. Or maybe it's just been another falsified expression Adam kept finding lately. The thing is the longer you spend onboard your ship far from world's luxury life, the lesser things make you happy. And when you want to drink... you want your mug to be clean.
Peter was done with serving drinks after a while, at least for a few minutes. He turned towards Adam again, who was still sitting on stool. He spoke with following words: "Finally a while to speak. What brings you here today? And I won't buy your story about simple conversation. Not today at least!" He finished with a giggle. Adam wanted to rest his back on something, but there was nothing behind him in fact and he almost fell from the stool. He realized the fact just in time and avoided it. He just took another comfortable seat and replied laughing with a wide smile: "What can a man look for in a bar?! Give me some ale!". Peter just finished cleaning a second mug, put it just in front of Adam and said: "How would they call it? 'Your will' my 'job'? Well whatever. Take that one.". Adam picked the mug and tossed off its content. He put the mug back on the counter's top then. "Thanks man. Cold beer was exactly what I needed."
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Adam stood up, put his hands in pockets and walked carelessly towards the already chosen table...
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RE: Out from scraps - Epo - 07-31-2016
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Adam rested his back partly at chair's back and wall - it's coldness broke through his leather jacket, giving a sudden shudder - bar's walls weren't as warm as the air inside, filled with various smells, both from alcohols, food and rare vomits, which started to appear. And that meant the hour was starting to get really late. He looked at his clock again - it's been only a midnight, so not really. It also meant the people he's been waiting for should be there in a few minutes. He looked at the table he was sitting by - an typical bar's table covered with dust and some other stains of unknown origin. It prove that cleaning service didn't really work at one hundred percent, also another typical behaviour for bars. People tend not to do something when they don't have to and in bars, especially cheaper ones, standards are kept rather low. In most scenarios, bars just lack a boss with heavy hand to keep everything in order. The table was decorated with a fancy tray - yet another attempt to pretend the bar's standards being on higher standard than they were in reality... "Ehhh... Or it's just me complaining about everything I've seen so far?" - he thought with a slight grimace at his face. The thing is he's been quite more stressed out and impatient lately. People tend to set higher requirements when they're getting older and older, but Adam hasn't reached 40 years yet, so wasn't old at all. "I really need to focus on something else..." He looked into completely different side of the room, focusing his sight on a glass panel separating the drunk community from the world, or maybe - the space - to be exact.
As he was changing his interests of observation, he's noticed some move at left. It's been Peter heading towards the bar's warehouse. Thirty seconds later a camera, which's been placed in the closest proximity of Adam's table, has changed its viewfinder and pointed at area being closer to the counter. Within next minute, the bartender has appeared in warehouse's doors again, that time carrying a bottle of blue whiskey Adam's bought a few minutes ago. "Our old bartender is doing a good job..." - he thought. Peter has visited the counter and picked four mugs yet before delivering them into destination place. That fact has surprised Adam for a short while, but then he's realised that it was him who made a maths mistake - he's completely forgotten about Rox, Rob's new girlfriend, who'll be flying with them in the upcoming operation. Peter was walking with everything towards Adam's table, but then stopped and looked at him with frowned eyebrows. He must have just realised about the one extra mug he's been carrying. Adam made a slight gesture with his head, letting the bartender to know he should bring it anyway. "Leave it here. It will remain untouched in the worst scenario" Peter put all the mugs and the bottle of whiskey on the table's top and whispered "The eyes are closed. There's nothing what could interrupt your conversation." Adam expressed his gratitiude with a nod and added: "Thanks. I am in your debt." Peter replied with a giggle: "You are not the only one, boy!" Then he returned to his post by the counter and served more drinks to some men, who were already waiting for him. Adam looked at the camera again - it's small, barely noticeable red light has disappeared - and that meant their table was completely separated from surrounding enviroment. Camera's both visual and audio capturing has been disabled, so nothing could disrupt their businessindeed.
Adam has focused his attention back on small rocks floating outside of the station. Some were rotating faster than others, while some seemed not to rotate at all. They collided with each other and bounced into literally all sides of the endless space. To be honest, it had no special purpose, but just to make time pass faster. He's been looking at that for like five minutes until he has noticed some move in the bar's entrance.
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