Taggart was always a curious man. The Luxury Liner wasn't hostile and the landing permit was granted.
Immediately he docked at the Liner, eagered to know who owns it. As he disembarked his ship, he heard
some kind of celebration.
"Someone throws a party back there..." he talked to himself, looking at the door.
He walked towards the doors and entered. He saw banners with unknown signs on them, and something
that always fills his heart with joy. A large table with 2 bars.
"Now we're talking..." he smiled. He walked to the bar barely ignoring the murmur
of the celebrating people around him and took a seat.
