McCool's Tavern - Freeport 1

[TheOrangeButterfly]

William sipped at his whiskey and nodded at Jimmy's remark.

"You know, Mr. Patterson, you reputation precedes you."

He noticed the way he was being eyed, and looked to his Rheinland security officers.

"If you hate a man just because he was born under a different sun from you, that can't be justified. If you hate a man because he killed your puppy, now that's justified. Those Rheinlanders are ex-Military for good reason, my old friend. Though we never met face to face, I worked with someone you might be familar with. A Mr. Jackson from the Marine corps."

He smiled kindly again, and nodded to his officers. The cybernetic one left, as did another. One remained in a corner.

"I hope that puts you at ease. We're on neutral ground here, and myself and my security officers are now Zoners through and through. The frivolousness of house warfare gets the best of us all sometimes, and we just want to walk away from it."

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