The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub

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Clif shoved the door to the Alcatraz pub open with a shoulder, his eyes gleamed as if they were running, and blood was running down from his mouth. He slumped into a chair and was immediately given a beer. Everyone could tell that he needed it, but no one wanted to bother him as to why.

He noticed Margaret eying him from her spot in the smokey room, it was obvious that she didn't want to bother him in his current state, but had something important to discuss. Clif heaved a sigh and took a swig of his beer before moving to her table.

"Margaret." He spoke quietly and tried to wipe the blood from his lip, smearing it across his chin. "Wha'cha got for me?"

The bartender brought over a dinner that he supposed Margaret had ordered for the occasion as well as a bottle of wine. Clif looked over the extravagant display in surprise and wondered at Margaret.

"Wha's all this 'bout, Winstone?"

She ran through her idea of recruiting with Clif nodding throughout the whole of it. This was why the woman was an Ace, ideas like this. The blood had long since dried on his ugly face before their enthusiastic conversation had slowed.

"I'm in. Yes, lemme talk ta Sylpheed about it. I'm sure that the thing'll fly. Crime boss don' care none how we get our recruits, considerin' that most end up dyin' on their first run anyway. Let's do it."