As a busy day goes, Alcatraz seems rather quiet in the rush hour when everyone is overtaken by hard labor and mischievous deeds. The personnel in the docking crew caught a signal on their scanners. A "Falchion" was coming their way.
"Permission to land." - stated the pilot.
"Permission granted. You are clear to land. Please go to dock one." - answered the personnel after a full scan of the cargo hold of the new to their common sight ship.
After the ship docked a man, 1,82 meters tall, with dark hair and brown, deep, and rather carried away eyes, with a standard uniform for flying, carrying a computer in one hand, stepped down the ramp connected to his ship. He went to the elevator and pressed the button to call it. In a moment the doors opened and all of sudden a good looking girl literally flew out of the elevator right into the man, she staggered, but the man was fast enough to catch her and raise her on her feet. She apologized, blushed a little and went running again. The man stepped inside the elevator laughing as he went up to the bar.
The doors opened and laugh and growling taken over all other sounds. The group of Wolves, led by Finn were laughing throaty at one of the corner tables.
The man ignored them and went to the bar, where sitting were two men. He recognized Sylpheed, but the other one he didn't know. Because he and Sylpheed weren't appointed personally he didn't bother greeting him, so he just sat beside them and called the bartender.
"Good day, sir. I would like a small whiskey and a coke."
"Right away, sir."
The bartender reached under the counter and took out 2 glasses, one for the whiskey and one for the coke.
"There you go. That would be 250 credits please."
The man took something out of his pocket, which seemed like a credit card, but it was a bit different and handed it over to the bartender.
"There, you can have 300. I'm rather in a good mood."
The man put his computer on the counter and started typing something as he sipped a tiny amount of whiskey into his mouth tasting every drop. However, he didn't know what he was typing, because all he could think about at that moment was the girl who flew right at him. He began to laugh in his head.