Another man walked in. He saw the Corsair to his left. "You must be the Corsair I was about to meet. My name's Tony, Tony Sentero," he said with a smile. The woman looked at him "So you think you've got what it takes to transport the goods to Manhattan?" Tony sat on the table and waved to the bartender. "I never do any deals when I'm sober." he said, but the Corsair wasn't really in the mood for jokes so with a cold look she said"Listen, if you're going to transport Artifacts for us that's good, but if you act like a fool you might end up with a really short life, ok?" Tony laughed slightly and replied "Fine, so how long is the trip? And from where do I get the goods?" then he looked at the bartender that was standing right next to them "Something Bretonian." The woman leaned back on her seat "For starters you'll be getting the goods from Trafalgar Base in New London. It's in the Southampton Debris Field. And I hope you haven't made the junkers mad, since you'll be getting the goods from them. Any questions?" Tony didn't really care about any details, after all it was his nature to improvise when it was needed. "Yeah, what's your name?" he said with a smile. The Corsair pilot ignored him. She stood up from her seat and slowly walked to the exit. "Oh come on, wouldn't you just stay with me for a drink?" he mumbled to which the Corsair just grinned while leaving. Tony was disapointed for being ditched like that by his future employer so he took the glass of whiskey that the bartender left on the table and began drinking it while reading the Sirius news.