Fynn had been at the docks overseeing some work done on the engines of the Ambulance_01 Prototype.
And as he went back to the office he decidied to pass by the bar before he could bury himself into paperwork again.
Entering he noted Doreen sitting near a window and staring out at Houston, and he was just about to steer over to her as he noted Sturm at the Bar, quickly downing a shot of whiskey.
He hesitated before heading over to the bar and greeting his old friend.
So Sturm, back from the Borderworlds ? Good to see the Pilgrim´s Home docked at the Haven.
Many of the crews around here secretly wish to fly with one of the Pilgrims or on board of a P-Train just to feel alive,
and I always appreciate the stories your crew tells wher they´re back here. Helps smoothe the waves.
Fynn ordered a Rheinbeer from Olsen and spent some time chatting with the only Junker captain to remain with him from the first, scarce days. Sturm had joined him not long after he had lost his first crew at Cold Bay, and he appreciated the calm professionalism of the older Junker. They both evaded serious topics today, laughing over old stories or the times they both had worked as escorts for the Congress convois. Or spent hours scrapping at the Dallas fields.
After a while he excused himself , taking the rest of his drink over to the table at the window.
He sat down at the table opposite to Doreen, slightly turning his seat so he too could look out at Houston, nodding cordially as Doreen looked at him and smiled.
Not exactly the dinner Iocation I promised you, but a good next step for the Haven. Well, the restaurant at Jacinto City is still there, as soon as we both find the time to take a landfall down at Houston.
Noticing the picture description for some of the Elixiers the Doc was viewing on her PDA he nodded.
Ah jes, I think this will please you. I asked Bailey to do a bytour while fetching Foodstuff from Los Angeles, and he managed to find a trader at Freeport 4 in Magellan. I think there are about 2000 crates with different tonics, elexiers, salves and other stuff at dock 3 in the moment, getting moved to storage pod F.
I told him to send you a note in the morning so you could sample what you need for the Clinic. The rest will probably go to the Quatermasters office, as he is planning to open up a shoplike outlet for use by crewmembers and staff.
Fynn laughed at Doreens startled look.
I see the same lists and manifests all day, even if I still take every free moment to fly out with my CSF. It´s not difficult to guess what you´re still looking for, except of course if there is anything you did not request from the Quatermaster´s jet.
Smiling broadly he gesturing over to the long service area of the Cantina where a new group of about 20 joung Station and Clinic Staff where arriving and picking their meals from the buisy cantina clerks.
My greatest suprise was how fast the 500 units of Kyushu rice Bailey brought back from one of his last tours vanished. Olsen denies everything but is also calling for more, and if I look at the dishes served in the last days I cannot evade noticing that we eat well here. And that both our scrappers and the clinic staff seem to be getting friendly with the maintainance and repair crews... so I don´t complain.
He pointed over to where Sturm was sitting, chatting amiably with a joung woman in paramedic outfit.
A jear ago that young lady would probably have called for the police the moment Sturm or me stepped into a bar where she was enjoing her leavetime, and now she´s trying to trade favours for a trip over to Puerto Rico.
We came a long way already.
Now it was Fynns turn to look out of the great plassteel window thoughtfully, unfocused and distracted.