Iscariot's eyes opened. He hadn't slept a proper night's sleep in weeks, and this had been the closest he had gotten to it. He felt the hangover, but ignored it. The Phantoms had put him through much worse; pain was meaningless. He dressed and came outside to meet Liam.
"Thanks for your hospitality. Don't think I've ever eaten breakfast with a Molly before... what's on the menu?"
ah, lad, jus'like any goo'ol breakfast, said liam with a grin on his face, I think we have today bacon, eggs, sausag's, bread,some potato bread and wheaten farl.
yer can be havin' some mushrooms, baked beans aswell lad
while they walked towards the pub again, the smell of the typical molly breakfast
was overwhelming in all the corridors. when he and his guest arrived into the pub,
lots of mollys where already eating, instead of what some folk would expect of mollys,
they where eating civilized in the eyes of a bretonian aristocrat.
the bartender pointed them to the same table they were last night on, it was clean,
on the table was already their breakfast served, with a good pint of beer standing next to it.
Iscariot ate his fill, following the Mollys' lead on etiquette. It was all pretty good food, especially for being served on a warship. The pub was worth it's weight in gold.
"Maybe you could tell me a bit more about the way the Mollys work. I've noticed that there have been quite a few 'factions' in power over certain sections, such as the Union of Gold, Molly Republic, and Molly Separatists. I'm not too familiar with what each stood for, though... or how much real power any specific faction ever has gained?"
the smile disappeared from liams face, a bit agitated look instead came to his face there be thing 'ere not to be spoken 'ere
liam scraped his throat and continued talking, the union and the republic both be hav'n a big flaw,
spineless leaders, singn'n stuff that supposed to be goo'fer us, he spits into the basket next to him,
it was put there by the bartender, as if he knew what liam would do.
le'me tell yer this, the power of a molly clan, is not who is in control, but where 'e be in control!
the agitated face changed back, liam had once more his smile on his face, as when this conversation started.
What armistice said liam, while laughing loud.
he looked at his guest while he was shoveling in his breakfast, 't be to yer taste lad? oi, some drinks with it?
all what was needed was a small look and a smile towards the bartender,
and 2 pints of beer was put on their table. Normally liam would be
bragging up folk in dublin, but today was not a day for that.
Oi, the brets be thinkin' we be doin'noth'n to 'em,
if we be wantin be'd be blastin them as usual, said liam with full pride in his eyes,
he was labeled wanted by the bretonian goverment, yet they don;t have him tagged on the bountylist
I'm too much of a problem that they fix smaller problems first,tought liam while smiling kindly to his geust.
"It's good. Better than what they serve in the Phantoms, and definitely better than what they served back in the Navy."
He chewed slower, thoughtfully. "I take it you'd as soon piss on a BAF pilot as anything else then? Well, that's not terribly important I guess. Just curious as to the exact situation around here."
Iscariot was itching to get on to business, but he had a feeling that Liam was dodging specifics as he sized him up. He didn't take more than a couple sips of the beer. "A bit early for that, isn't it?"
early for what said liam just as he finished his beer, while raising one of his eyebrows.
he was waiting to see when his guest would say no to a beer, or break.
either way it was just a matter of time,
So lad, now we're 'ere, said liam calmy, 't be toim I be thinking for some'what "ser'ous talk"
be briefly tough, what yer need, what yer think we'be want'n
Liam ordered his next beer and one for his guest even if he didn't finished this one.
"We need gold." Iscariot said straight-forwardly. "No matter what way you slice it, gold makes an amazing conductor and has many other useful uses. And you have it coming out of your ears. We can pay you per transport-load shipped to us."
Iscariot was eating slower and sipping at his drink. "And there's more than one way we can pay."
jus'gold? only that? responded liam, why just gold liam tought,
the most feared terrorists to "mankind" just want gold,
how oddly it sounded in his head, "most feared" he laughed,
So'do you lot be havin'a place in mind where to drop of the gold?
he said, with a questioning look in his eyes.
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