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Doc sat at his corner table enjoying the steak dinner that he had ordered. He purposely kept to himself, not wanting to draw attention. As he sat, his datapad began to vibrate. It was a transmission regarding a meeting with the Bretonian Consulate and the Zoner representitives. As he read it, chewing a piece of steak, he muttered, "still no time or date." He then put the datapad back in his pocket and continued to dine, waiting for Dane Summers to join him for a few minutes.
He heard a familiar voice and looked from his shadows in that general direction. He just closed his eyes and sighed when Concordia was asking for dance poles. He then shook his head and chuckled quietly to himself and continued to eat, still awaiting his meeting with Summers.