Freeport's were the last place you'd really want to be if you were a federal agent, but thankfully this new installation hasn't attracted the array of crooks and unwanted parties that were usually found in the more deep space bases. It's position within controlled federal territory was enough of a deterrent to warrant alternative station choices for the criminal elements.
Enfield probably didn't expect to spend his birthday here on Freeport 8 looking as if he was casually dressed to waste the day away in a scruffy manner, but it was the perfect excuse to recluse himself from work as it was a normally the day he'd go quiet from the agency itself. Although the bartender is usually paid off enough to turn the other way, there are quite a few faces that would have him contemplate breaking the fragile peace that this bar holds. The bar counter was obviously not the best place to start off the day but he'd been kicking for a drink ever since he cleared Sektor-7 at the early hours of the morning, he'd had what sleep he could get and was enjoying the calmness that lasted by monitoring the room with a face behind a pint of Rheinbier and some music playing in an earpiece. "Hey." The bar stool beside him was suddenly occupied by a very-friendly face. "Mphm-" Was the best response he could offer as he was taking his next swig from that ice-cold stein. "He should be here soon, I think he should realize by now that there aren't many women around here that brave to sit alone." He wiped off the small foam-stashe he had around his lips and put his beer aside. Zeal sat there gazing at him with her legs crossed and one gently rocking side to side as she toyed with the zip around the neck of her flight-suit, Enfield in return passed her a true smile as they both continued to smile and gleam at each other's appearance. "Why does it feel so--""--Magical? Ask your neural chip. Or maybe we'll just never know." They allowed a few minutes to pass, with the occasional giggling and chuckle escaping the pair of them...
"Time." She turned around and stared at a secluded booth seat behind a support pylon, a dimly lit table along with pair a curtain to hide away faces. "You think they--""--Probably, but we're not catching any artifact deals today." She got her purse off the bar counter and took the briefcase that rested under Enfields bar stool. "Is everything in here?""Yes, I double checked.""Hopefully this will get him off our backs or better yet, get him on our side.""Good, I'll sit here and drink like I wanted to, ping me on my info-comm when you want me to make my theatrical entrance." Even for a android she seemed unsteady, even if her breathing was merely a simulation of such, she gave off a staggered breath to ready her composure. She gave her flight suit a courtesy brush down before pacing herself over to the other side of the establishment to the secluded booth. She kept the curtain open to at least give a gleam of her platinum hair as a giveaway to those who knew while Enfield took one last stare before turning himself around back towards the bartender and ordering another beer. "Well... Happy birthday to me. Not the present I was expecting."