Sebastien Coen walked swiftly into the bar. He ticked off Ferguson's presence, gave a quick and cheeky wink to Keek who was quite preoccupied with the barmaid's bust, and a curt nod to the barmaid herself.
He sat down at one of the tables next to the crystal window. Soon enough a triple scotch on the rocks would arrive.
He could see the Omicron Theta hole through the window. It was why he was here. He had to leave for Freeport 9, and this was the last stop. Coen sighed and waited for his drink, and his escorts to arrive on Freeport XV.