Table at the Freeport's 11 strip bar

[Lady León]

It's was a late night and only strip bar at the Freeport 11 is full of random folk. Not very laud music, a lot of drinks and dancers. Shady dealers at the corners would offer you almost any kind of drug one would desire. Here, on the Freeport there was no one to arrest or even question them. But even here some political tension is to be noticed. There were obvious groups of people here and there who would stay away from each other. There were people dressed like Corsairs, almost at the opposite side of the bar from a people in Core uniform. Some incidents are happening each weak or so, especially at this time when everyone is drunk. Freeport administation, beside their best wishes, could not disarm anyone landing on the Freeport.

Loonatics, researchers, runaways, mercenaries, any of them could wear this robe. Lone female figure with her face hidden is awaiting at pre-ordered table. Her hands have already searched undertable for any sort of hidden microphones or other spying devides. She also asked to move the table a bit away from the others in before her visit. Hidding your indentity is such place should not attract too much attention. But this conversation is suppose to be as secret as possible. One empty seat is still waiting for her guest, there's one hope that this meeting won't be delayed.