In Service of the Empire......

[DarthBindo]

Ezio sipped his drink slowly, plinking down change on the counter for another.
The Freeport 5 bar was all but deserted, the massive daily radiation dosage recieved by the station keeping all but the most hardly Zoners to the docking bays, loading and unloading as quickly as possible before blasting out of this dump.
He took his drinks to a booth, convinently located with a perfect view of all the exits.
His eyes searched, taking in everything, looking for any bit that was out of place. He was working, and that meant danger.
He took another sip as he waited for Locatelli. He would play his heart strings, the homesick card, see if Gratiano had truly forsaken his birthplace. If not, then he would have the perfect in.

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gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|

[Fran]

Gratiano arrived slightly late, as was his habit. Despite such, he seemed calm and ready to do business with the other man.
He slipped into the booth with a calm smile on his face, and held out his hand over the table to Ezio.

"It's good to meet you, Elder Francesca. Gratiano Locatelli, as I'm sure you know."