A silhouette creeps inch by inch by Green Hell’s floor. The silhouette is shortly followed by a figure to whom the shadow belongs. Druce enters the bar, takes a look around the bar, noticing a few familiar faces, a few unknown. His eyes stop at the table where Gregory Hunt is sitting and chatting with two men. He looks at the communicator held in his hand. “Aye, that must be fer them”, he thinks to himself and walks to the table.
He politely coughs as he tries to catch the mens’ attention upon approaching them. “Gentlemen, I’m terribly sorry fer disturbing you, but I believe it is worth th’ minute. I have come ta pass on a message to ya. It is from a subordinate of yours, but, currently bein’ occupied in urgent manners, asked me ta deliver it fer her.”, he places the communicator on the table on front of them and politely salutes."Take care, gentlemen!" and walks away.
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