The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub

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Clif, strode into the Alcatraz bar on long uncoordinated legs. He had completed one too many runs to Omicron Alpha, and his ears rung with the loud music that he used to drown out the slaves. Collapsing at the nearest available chair, he ordered a drink to wake himself up a bit, he still had to report before allowing himself some much needed sleep.

Drink in hand, Clif finally began to survey the scene. A disparate lot, these Rogues, but they were family. "The type of family who might steal your kidney, but you take what you can get," Clif laughed to himself. He drown his cynical thoughts in his drink and felt the alcohol relieve the aches. With renewed energy, he continued scoping out the joint.