Barrier Gate Station, Coronado System
West-Side Dive Bar
Frost rolled the bottle in his right hand, reading the label from left to right. There was a picture of a rather proud looking Rheinland man, holding a scythe in one hand, and a giant bottle of something in the other, he wasn't wearing anything at all, except his hat.
"Simon Wenzer's South Stuttgart White Whiskey" The top part of the label read, in big green and gold letters. "The finest cask strength malt whiskey this side of the walker nebula!"
He gently placed the bottle back on the bar, watching the small remainder of liquid level off and settle.
"Most people drink that stuff" Zoey spoke from over his shoulder, "As oppose to just staring at it, that is"
Frost turned to face her, beckoning her to the seat next to him, revealing a small, half filled whiskey glass behind his left palm, "Har har"
"Hello Frost, sorry to disturb you off duty, but it's been hard to locate you on duty these last few days"
"That's alright, I don't mind the company, I booked some R&R"
"I need to ask you a favour, the Chimaera is coming along great, no real set backs, I have all the major materials I need, I even have a team of trainees assigned to help me for a while"
"So what's the problem?"
"In a couple of days, I'm going to need to test fly it, I need to live test it our there" Zoey indicated towards a small porthole on the side of the bar, "The problem is, I can't fly with Colonial IFFs, and I need clearance to take off or I'll be shot out of the sky"
"You want me to sign off on more paperwork?" Frost emptied his glass, wincing a little at the strong, chemical taste of the whiskey.
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