McCool's Tavern - Freeport 1

[DarthBindo]

Ezio was not nearly close enough to hear, but Ian was. He nodded his head slowly before standing up and leaving, looking back once. Ezio's and Ian's eyeslocked briefly, understanding passing back and forth.
Ian left for the Tutta Forza. He would send the transmission out, and, with some luck, the shipment would be grounded and her "source" on the next train to the Cretian mines.
Along with a dozen other poor souls, Holmes thought lamentably.
There could only be so many shipments matching the description, and only so many men who had been unaccounted for or had access to comm equipment, but they could take no chances and had no other clues. All of them would have to go.
He entered the docking bay, turned left and...no wait. That fighter had Reaver markings! He patted his pockets, grinning, feeling for....oh right, a bloody Freeport. No explosives. The grin dissappeared as he pulled out his only weapon, a felt tip marker. Then it reappeared.
Twenty minutes later he was aboard the Forza, sending his transmission and still laughing his ass off. It would be a small and rather juvenile victory, fleeting, but you took what you could get, and he would pay anything to see that merc's face when she read what he had wrote on the inside of her cockpit. He just hoped Ezio wasn't planning anything stupid.
Back in the bar, Della Francesca was planning exactly that.

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