Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[jimmy Patterson]

" ha nah im ok around the fleeters, ive saved some of em they have bailed us out a few times bomber swarms mostly they fail but we've had a few close calls im not to proud of" he finished his drink the waitress grabbing him another "make it a beer instead,please"

he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up a bit and casually let his right hand walk over his pistol grip then he relaxed,should a fight happen he was ready fear was like all soldiers at the back of his mind but he,like the private was not worried " so commander,sius was it...hmm no i don't believe we've met" his beer arrived and he pulled a military issue multi tool outta his pocket and poped the cap <the waitress seeming to of forgot> then placed it back in his pants pocket taking a pull from the beverage

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