After another quiet day, Hangman decided to dock and lay low for a while. Usualy he sleeps in his ship to avoid
any unneccesarry attention. But not this time. He wanted to know the people on this Freeport better. After he
disembarked, he passed reconstruction sites, welders and repair teams doing their job and stood for a moment
in front of an open room with a bar.
"Yup. Now we're talkin'."
He took off his sunglasses, walked to the bar, took a seat at a lonely table from where he could oversee the whole room
and waved to the bartender. The bartender nodded and approached him.
"What would you like, mate?"
"Gimme any drink to chill, guard duty can be boring."
"Oh? Never saw you around here. What's your name?"
"Jack."
"Any special callsign? Even before this hell broke out, there were many Jacks passing through here, you know?" he smiles.
Taggert smiled and answered: "It's Hangman."
"Um... Hangman... guard duty... oh, then you're the one in the Spatial?"
Hangman nodded with a smile "Yup."
"You're doing a good job out there, Jack, even if you don't know it. Okay, I'll prepare something good for you."
The bartender walked away and Hangman began to eye the people around him.