Heisenberg Pub

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"And don't you dare even touch it!" Veronica shouted after the dock worker who was in charge of the bay she had managed to maneuver her ship into. Ducking his head, the worker ran back to his colleagues who were by now laughing at how a young woman had made him scurry like a beaten dog.

Veronica wasn't usually a particularly harsh person. But she just couldn't stand the idea that someone might hurt her baby, her ship. Her Bull Dog. Taking a few deep breaths to regain her posture and, despite her rather dirty flight suit, make the impression of being a lady, she entered the station's bar. There didn't seem to be much going on, so she walked right over to the bartender, ordered a drink, and sat down at the table farthest away from all the other patrons.

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Olivia Sable