The door closed behind them leaving the bar in with the outcasts. "Theese are the times I'm gratefull that i didn't bring D6 with me." He said lighting up a cigarette.
"He would never stop begging me to let him have some fun with them. Which makes me question why i even built him like this." Muffled gunshots were heard just as he finished the sentence. "Seems the cartell is do...." A small explosion rocked the station and more gunshots following sounding like there is a war back in the bar. "Never mind that we should pick up the pace. It seems it is indeed open season and now i'm not really sure who will walk out of that bar alive. And i also suggest we get out of the station post haste as i feel that all hell will break loose on this station in a very short time. Tell Wright that i'd like to have a chat with him in the NEAR future. Emphasis on the NEAR!. And don't get yourself killed. If there is one thing i learned during the years is that poking your nose into things that trigger those purple squids is a bad idea." He dropped his cigarette and took out his gun as he started to walk faster and disappeared in one of the junctions.
Questions and more as Chandler started to ramble, perhaps due to stress or anxiety, but he seemed to like to remark upon and reveal things. And smoke. She was almost certain this was the fifth or sixth cigarette he had decided to light and plunge into. Definitely stress. She jumped at the sound of gunshots, head whipping around as Lillian eyed the doorway they just left behind. Just cause she had a gun didn't mean she wanted to have to use it and it was almost a shame too since Barrier Gate Station used to be such a nice place. Or so she heard. "Right, I'll see you later then Doctor Chandler, and I'll be sure to let Doctor Wright know about your circumstances and that he needs to contact you,"With those parting words she ran off the opposite way, towards her docking bay where the Dagger was hopefully ready to go, unholstering her own laser pistol.
