The Ships Inn ... Wall Street Station, Honshu

[Tyler]

Standing slightly bend over the bar, with a gulp of whiskey in his throat Stirling starts to laugh, although no actual sound is produced, much like the laugh of an army scout deep into enemy territory. His whole body is shaking and his eyes are closed, producing a small tear, grin on his face fully extended. He holds himself together after a few seconds and gulps the remain of the scotch down, warming the corridor of his throat and eventually his stomach.

"Beggar kicking...." He mumbles. "In all my years I have never heard of that."

Grabbing his handkerchief he dabs the corners of his eyes who are blood-shot red due to the laughing fit. Grabbing the coffee in front of him he pauses turning around when facing the new, or should he say, old-comer, Joe Hernandez.

"So, it boils down to credits. And why would one like yourself be inclined to pay me back and not perform a similar trick you have masterly performed on the Zavala's?"

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