McCool's Tavern - Freeport 1

[DarthBindo]

Ezio was enjoying a nice drink, as he always did this time of the cycle after a long day's work cajoling and prompting information out of random passerby.
As much as intelligence officers love a good war story about hostile action behind enemy lines, most of their work happened right here, in bars, at parties and diplomatic functions, doing the groundwork for any good human intelligence; scouting out marks, learning vulnerabilities, making contact, running down leads and stories, and chatting up just about every person in the place.
He hadn't learned much of anything useful today (BMM was adding a new wing on to their corporate headquarters and the Mollys had hit a gold ore convoy the day before yesterday), but with any luck, the captains he'd pumped full of beer and liquor would be back again another day, recognizing an old generous friend with an open tab, full of stories and tales to tell.
His eyes drifted over the bar, looking for another likely source of information, passing over his wingmate sitting at a table with a rather ravishing woman, passing over a one Mr. Patterson (Formerly of Task Force Seven, and the man who had lead the Marine assault on Toronto during the Ontario Incident and done his best to kill Katz, which made him a hero in Ezio's book), and over the assorted riff-raff, trade captains, and Zoners that filled the rest of the bar.
Even as the four men strolled in, Ezio was already examining them, doing threat assessment.
Four men, security or military background, armed, Rheinla-
Rheinland Security.
Ezio died a little.
On the inside.

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