The doors of the Alcatraz inn opens and Diana walks in. She takes a seat.
"A kick of vodka, please."
She takes a look outside and gets lost in her thoughts. She comes back to reality when the bartender serves her. She takes a look at her vodka and immediatly kicks it.
"Another one, please," she asks.
Then she sights a familiar ship heading towards the Alcatraz. It was a cutlass bomber with red engines, that could be only...
Willy entered the docking bays of the Alcatraz Depot place. He left the rusty ship parked on where he uses to, checking for Rhys' ship, Dex's one and Diana's Cutlass. Descending the stairway of his bomber, not forgetting the Bottle of Ale, found the usual drunk fella in the hangar. Willy didn't even bother on saluting him, he crossed like a bullet the place to land at the bar to keep him auto-boozefilled.
BARTENDER: Willy...som' Rum dis' tiem?
-Ma'n, you know how much A hate your French' accent. But I have to recognise ya just know my fav' tastes. Gimme a shot. Or two. Two rather.
BARTENDER: There ya go, there ya go! Don't forhet to brinh me more units of these... We're low on provizhions, WIlly. *He keeps cleaning that glasses* Also, Willy. *Points at the corner table* Is yer lad, sitting there? She asked for ya.
Willy turned around and saw Diana looking at him with her big-rouded green eyes. He approached her with desire, pointing with his lips at Diana's ones till they fastly touched and rubbed for a few seconds
-Diana!
"You just had rum, I recognize that taste... Oh, nevermind that."
She looks outside again.
"You know, I was just wondering about making our booze shipping a bit easier. I have a plan that would cost some money, but it could solve some booze troubles and in some cases. You might now know, what is the plan and it might sound a little bit crazy, but you need to trust me. Right, the thing I was wondering about is getting a new base done in New York system near the buffalo station. The purpose for it is simple, we wouldn't have to fly all the way to California. I know it doesn't solve that much, but we might do some business with it, like cardimine, or weed shipping."
She looks at Trevor with a notable dose of curiosity in her face.
"So, what do you think about this plan? Should we give it a go? Bartender, a kick of vodka, please!"
Willy looked into Diana's eyes and began to think. "Another depot would mean more booze" . "Could just be a place to hide our units", " But what if they blow it up...?" , "What if it's too expensive, and we would have to communicate with the government" ...
L ...Look honi, I knoe you are such a dreamer and you think wise most of the time, even though you had a dozen of beers but...
He comes closer to Diana's face, whispering the newcoming words :
These lads' on Alcatraz , they still shul' have their oppinions, right? ... Som' of em' grow 'ere, and I've got a "kind of" Contract with Frank and the Ol' famly, which explains our dutee here.
Not to mention, Willy loves the place as well.
Willy checked the place with a big eye sight, and Immediatly found Rhys on the ground, two tables further, holding Dark-Brown bottle, halfway sleeping, halfway puking.
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Rhys! Yo' Drunkin' bastard. Wake up ma'n. Come 'ere we got trouble to solve!
Standing up slowly, he takes a drink from the bottle, now revealed to be Rheinbeer, and stumbles up to the counter. He's still half-asleep and the drink doesn't help him remember which language he should be using.
"Barkeep, two shots of, of... uuggh なんでも、anything to clear this みっかよい”
Shaking his head, the bartender grabs a mug and fills it with some steaming hot liquid and hands it to the poor boy.
"Drink up mate, this'll do ya some good" he says cheerfully, with a smirk on his face.
"ありがー” Rhys starts to reply, but as he takes a drink he spits it back out screaming, "いたっ! あついすぎ-- How hot is this stuff? I think I burned my mouth off with that. Fat lot of good you are"
He turns back to Willy, "Okay I think I can- Ouch, my head's still hurting- I think I can mostly think straight now. What ya'll talking about now? "
"Well, it's a simple plan. We would deploy a new base in New York that would be used as a storage of all the alcohol we steal in there, so we wouldn't have to fly all the way to California. It would also made a good income if we'd use it as a trading base, ya know, weed, cardimine and other interesting stuff."
She shakes her empty snorter and looks out again.
"So," Looks at Rhys again. "What's in your mind? Is it a good plan, or it doesn't solve anything?"
Diana sneezes and slides the snorter to the bartender.
Rhys stared off into the distance, lost in thought.
"Another base you say? That could be useful"
His thoughtful face turns darker, as if he's worried about something.
"The Navy'd crack down on it pretty hard, I don't think we'd be able hold 'em off if they wen't all out on this new base"
Another sip of the now cooler drink.
"No, a base in York would'nt be much use, it's only a singe jump from California, albiet through a Jumpgate, so it ain't the easiest. I'd think somewhere further out'd be more useful, say one of 'em independant systems, Magellen, Hudson, Galileo perhaps? The Navy ain't as present there, so the traders flyin' through are already easier to hit...."
Sculling back the rest of his drink, he turns to Willy and Diana, "Whadya think of that?"
"Yes, It wouldn't be a bad idea to make it somewhere else. Now I think of building it in Kepler or Colorado system just to make a docking point for all rogues in liberty since there is only a zoner base in Kepler and nowhere to dock at in Colorado. I would still kinda prefer Kepler though."
She kick the vodka that bartender gave her.
"We could also make it far form the tradelanes to pervent navy from discovering it. Like somewhere deep in one of the dark matter clouds in Kepler."
Diana starts to feel drunk a gets dizzy for a moment.
"Well, no more vodka for me today, I guess. I don't want to end up falling asleep here. Eh... So... Why don't we build it in Kepler then? Gah... I need some! Bartender, another one, please."
She looks at Trevor, then she looks at Rhys and then again at Trevor.
-A just wanderin' why yer all wanna get rid of dis place and focus our sights in 'nother base. 'O well, a guess I like the idea of Colorado and Kepla.Willy looks trough the window, seeing the beautiful asteroids and the sun corona.
-A' just think I'll miss zhis place. Lights a cigarrette.
-'O well.Looks at Diana.
-Diana, lady, yer shul' stop drinkin' or ya'll end up like the other day. And the other. And the other.
"Yes, beautiful place indeed. But making a new base just to drop the stuff and then bring a hauler to carry all this stuff to Alcatraz at once doesn't mean we are getting rid of this base, ya know. Honey, Alcatraz was, is and will be the home of us, we are the alcatraz rogues, this is the place we all belong to and the place that we help to grow."
She takes the snorter with vodka and kicks it immediately. Her cheeks are slowly turning red and she starts feel a loss of connection with the ground.
"Woah!" She almost falls, but the bar chair savs her.
"This is getting crazy, I should stop right now. Ah sweet... Now the hangover awaits me..."