Raffo's Bar & Grill, Planet Manhattan, Newsprings District
Dixon sat at the bar's office, making battle plans for the upcoming weeks in the sector. Every once in a while, he looked at the clock, waiting for his guest, and every single time his eyes wandered off from the clock to the painted riotgear, that was set up in the corner. His ask for a rescue seriously surprised Dixon, for he didn't know this man to get into so much trouble. Quite the opposite, Dixon thought that he isn't taking too much risk, but by the looks of it, he was mistaken. Nevertheless, his four best guys were on the case, led by the youngest, a hard faced 16 year old kid by the name of Tommy Jones.
Not too long after the expected time, Tommy's face showed up at the door, leading in the guest of honor. "Well... You look like shit" - Dixon commented on the appeareance of his guest. "Take a seat. Tommy, get us some drinks, then you'll have the day off" -The kid turned around, and left to get some bottles