The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub

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The hurricane of fighting behind him and mostly quelled, and similarly, Dervin was also finishing up his own task. He slid the datapad into a pocket of his jacket and finished his wine in a single swig. The burn of the alcohol content stung, but the intoxication that accompanied it made the sensation bearable without vomiting. It had been a time since Dervin had drank to such an extent, but the demands of stress weren't to be ignored. Only blunted over a glass of wine.

He considered ordering another before turning and leaving. With the video properly doctored, Clif would suspect an altogether new Rogue of tampering with Beggar's Behest. Dervin smiled to himself, stepping over several unconscious or lifeless bodies on his way out of the Alcatraz bar. Now, where was Clif?

"Too easy," Dervin thought, leaving the dank smell of sweat and sour alcohol behind him. More than a few others seemed to be leaving as well, perhaps a product of the brawl, or perhaps they had people to kill as well.