The party continues along and the drinks are pouring freely now. Toasts go around the table and loud roars and cheers are heard as more entertainers take the stage. Murphy is fully engaged in telling stories and ordering rounds for the multitude of women at the table. Just as he is mid story the comms device on his belt powers up and projects a holographic image of James Trenton sitting in front of him. Looking at everyone else around him Murphy says..
Oight oight simma down naw I gota ta'k to da boss 'ere.
Seeing the glowing image hovering before them everyone gets quiet.
He listens as James orders him and the barges back to Alpha.
The communication ends and Murphy looks around.
Yelling out loud he says.. Roight list'n up mates.. If'n yar wif me den you's be hedin out naw!
Everywon bak to da Gordon!!
Junkers chug their ale and down their shots as they stand up from their chairs. Each one falling in behind Murphy as he heads for the door. As he gets to the exit he turns, looks back and says..
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