"Blood Money"
The name was suiting for the bar, but what other name would be given to such a place? Freeport One, a long way from home, the furthest place Emily had traveled infact.
Though she couldn't help but feel the meet was going to end 1 of two ways, Security already had confiscated one of her pistols, but the other was in more concealed areas. She'd be damned to walk into a place without protection.
Emily did her traditional scout of the bar, taking note of each individual, their face, body language, anything which she could use to characterize the crowd.
She continued to scout for her mark, untill a semi familiar face cleared from the smoke. "Cerulean" She thought. Emily took a few more seconds eyeing up his company, nothing Emily couldn't handle.
As she walked towards the table, she ever more became aware of the her piece rubbing against her.
