Ian strode in confidently, the alcohol mostly worn off.
He handed Alicia a datapad.
"Madame, these are the protocol codes for the transmission I sent. Please inform the Commissar that I am off to the Las Vegas in Coronado to hopefully meet with some old friends. Not that he should get hopeful or anything. Good day, ma'am."
With that he gave a slight bow, turned on his heels and doubletimed it to the airlock.
gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|