Gran Canaria Trade lounge, AKA The Trade'n Drunk

[Gypsie]

With the Fifth landed on Gran Canaria's main spaceport, Dr. Mojo decides to make a visit to the Lounge. He had not been there before, but he knew he might catch some OSI pilot or businessman at the place.

Trips around a planet's surface on rented shuttles always amused him, but he had had little chance to do this with his 'daughter' Helena, so the old Apostle freed her from her duties on board the mighty battleship and asked her to come with him

They entered the lounge and sat by the bar, waiting for the bartender while looking around to feel the grove of the place. Dr. Mojo was wearing one of his most elegant priestly robes, while Hela had chosen one of the most sober of the uniforms worn by her Apple Corps, the Fifth's marines.

A tuned pineal will always come at hand when you arrive to new places, or meet people yet unknown to you, my dear Hela. Let's see if someone can throw a light on what's going on with our business here. But first, a drink. I hope somebody recognizes me and invites me with some! I haven't brought much flax with me.

I am sure they accept debit chips Master. Said she.

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Malaclypse Freeport