Taking this opportunity Pat ordered another beverage. "I don't mind talking about my LSF days, it's just behind me... I was pregnant, and I decided that it was best to leave the LSF. Simple as that"
She smiled. it had occurred to her that the last time she had contact with anyone from the LSF it was from David Copperfield, and that was about keeping the avenger.
" Oh...I wish that I would leave as simple as that, well...not the pregnant part, but the leaving instead of being told you are untrustworthy and will be killed..."
Toru sighed then went to why they met here...
" Right...business..."
Toru smiled..
" I got the 4 jars on my Sabre in the hangar, like we agreed...unless there is a specific location you want me to take them to..."
" You are welcome, I am gonna try to break into LSF again, see what else I can mess up or destroy that's valuable to them, if I see more of these fancy jars, I'll see if I can get more, if you need more that is... "
Toru smiled then got up and started walking with Emily to the hangar, when they were walking, Toru asked...
" By the way, been meaning to ask, what is "this place" I see fancy ships, people I don't see oftenly, and the whole place itself..."
*The Democritus with the Orbital Space & Cruise logo on its hull started requesting docking permission to Freeport I. Upon disembarking Stirling set course to the Blood Money bar, dressed in his usual attire, yellow-gold tie, shining black leather shoes complemented with a beautiful cut hand-made suit and white with blueish stripes shirt. He enters the bar and heads down to the side of the bar, standing in a more shadowy corner looking towards the entrance he came from to see if he got followed. After a few minutes of smoking his newly lit cigar he stops leaning against the walls and sets off to Umber, who he has spotted in the time he was looking for unwanted attention.*
"Can I get you anything, except perhaps my undivided attention for the night?"
*As he stands in front of her and sticking his hand out to shake Umber's.*
"I was hoping for Cerulean to say yes on that question, but your beauty is just as mesmerizing as his."
*Glancing briefly, with a approving and cheeky smile, to the waitress as he says:*
"I'll have whatever she's having."
*Turning with his head back to Umber and nodding to her. Looking back into Umber's eyes he sees ever so slightly the blush on her cheeks and his grin widens even more, knowing that his remark struck goal.*
"Thanks for the invite. I do hope my transmission didn't create a wrong picture on my persona."
At another table another man is working with a console, several bits of paper and several datatabs at once. Plumes of smoke rise from his mouth as he half mutters to himself whilst smoking, typing, doodling and occasionally looking around the room.
On noticing the couple talking the frenetic activity pauses to highlight a momentarily raised eyebrow. Then, as if roused from a light sleep, he returns to what he was doing before.
After a short time he catches the attention of a passing waitress and orders a drink. After another short time all of the paperwork, hardware, cigarettes, and drink are all cleared away and he happily swings on his chair, arms folded behind his head, waiting patiently.
Remembering what they were here for, she nodded at the remark of 'episodes'.
"If i access correctly, to the eyes of the common folk, no Reaver is in the right state of mind. That is what set us apart, it seems. Our strange drive. All different.. But all the same in very weird way."
Two beers arrived, and Kacey grabbed one, inviting Mortlock to have his.
"So as it stands, we are somewhat of a dysfunctional family. With a very clear goal. And that is to kill for credits.
Something i believe you have no issue with."
[13:37:45] Tyler: ****** seems butthurt and Haste seems to be going in without lube or spitting atleast on it for decency sakes.