jimmy noticed the two men,he had seen them plane as day as he was used to scanning for shady looking people tho he did notknow who they were,his gut told him to follow remus,which he did blending into the passing people keeping a fix on remus and his two "apprent friends"
"hmm if there out to get em i might not wanna get involved,at the same time whats to say they wont go for me if i dont" he also was used to what he had drank so he walked calmly haveing pre paied for his drinks whn he entered
Holly Anderton, walked through the doors. A tall red haired woman in her mid-twenties, she glanced lazily around the bar at it's patrons and yawned. It had been a hard day after all, escorting some IMG transports from Dublin to Stuttgart. A damn Ion storm had prevented her from taking them all the way to Munich and getting her full pay, but at least she now had somthing to buy a drink with. It had been the first meaningfull bit of work in over a month. It had also taken her ages to get bacl to Barrier gate because of the Ion storm, So she really, really needed this drink.
Holly ambled in not really takiny any notice of anyone around her, and plonked herself in front of the bar. Ordering a pint of Cider, she took huge gulps of it, getting half way down the glass, seeing her face reflected and distorted by the liquid in the glass, she smiled. It was good to be back....
The recent events in Taus didn't turn well for Myles, forcing him to stay in the middle sectors of the Barrier nebula and Bretonia. Coronado, and more accurately, Barrier Gate station, became the staging ground for his skirmishes into Liberty and Bretonia. Most of times his Nephthys fighter ended up in the middle of a brawl, leaving enough gunfire damage to keep the ship docked in the West Wing of Barrier Gate while the hired engineering crew patched it up. In the mean time, Myles always managed to find a lone seat at the bar there. Once he took a couple of sips of his Sidewinder Fang, he typed something on his PDA:
The odd Bastet landed in the West Wing. Kate was still in her operative suit, the intimidating gift she received from the Keepers for her work. It didn't take her long to get to The Lone Drunkard, including shoving away the few that decided to stay on her path.
She found Myles' position almost instantly as she entered the bar, and took a seat in front of him, taking off her helmet a moment later.
"It's been a long time, Myles. It's good to see you're still alive."
"I presume your suit wasn't the weirdest thing that entered in this pub. Whatever, nice to see you again, it's been long time."
He glanced around the place and sneering at those who decided to interrupt their chit-chat to stare at the not-so-subtle newcomer. Half a minute later, everybody seemed to resume whatever business they were doing before Kate arrived.
"I could say I'm surprised that I'm still alive after doing what I did. But as they say, what doesn't kill you will leave scars on you, heh?"
Holly regarded the newcomers with feigned intrest, like every other slack jawed moron in The Lone Drunkard. Clearly somone who wore such an odd suit either wanted to be noticed, or did not care if they were. She drained the last of her cider, in one long gulp, some of the liquid spilling out of her mouth and down her chin. She slamed the glass loudly on the bar, she shouted loudly at the bar tender "Oi! Tight pants" She leered drunkenly at the bar tender "Another cider please.....oh oh oh yes and some peanuts." She slurred and wavered gently on the stool. It was all an act of cource, but having everyone think you were a drunk meant they either kept away and tried to avoid looking at you, which made them easier to observe. Plus there was the added bonus of some guy trying his hand at her, a perfect opportunity to break the boredom....and his jaw. Perhaps steal a few credits if she could. After all who was going to question the tearfull protestations of a Damsel in distress. The thrill of playing a role was just as great as the rewards.
An unknown man came to station on his Eagle with a black bird painted on it and went directly to the right bar and order a drink while he was waiting for a person who actualy met him in the past.
Ten minutes past before the door to the bar was pushed open. The newcomer took a look around the bar, then observed the unknown man for a moment before sliding across from him, ordering a vodka from Mick.
"You may call me Jeremiah. I assume Ash contacted you?" He inquired.
"I know the Iowa used to be a part of a special detachment of the Navy. You dealt with things beyond the 49th State. Now, I come as a representative of them."
He gave it a moment to sink in.
"The reason I am coming here - I want you to become a spy for us."
Jeremiah said this quietly so only the man across from his could hear.
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