Peter, mechanic and weapons specialist of "Beethoven", Zack's indie transport, enters.
He stands near the entrance and looks for someone. Finally, he saw Zack, sitting in one of the many tables.
Peter fast walks next to him, and says something silently to him.
-Frak!- Shouted Zack. When he saw reactions of others in the bar, he fixed his necktie and continued.- What do you mean, melted?
-Melted, thats all... just melted...- Said Peter.
Both started to talk more loudly.
-You said, you checked rotors in morning!
-I did... Looks like it was caused by something else...
-Damn...-Zack sat silently for a while.-How much it will make to get another one?
-I think we could undock from in tomorrows evening...
-Hmm... Okay...-Sadly said Zack.-Go and mind your business.
-Aye.-Said Peter, then he walked away.
Zack looked frustrated, he checked the earphone, but call was hanged, then he took them from ears and thrown them away in rage.
-Where is the frakkin' bartender?! Can't someone COME?! GODS' DAMN IT!
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