Old Wurth enters the bar. He stops, searching for someone. Not finding him made him happy and unhappy in the same time. He mumbles:
Zhe damn bastard... He doesn't know for zhis place yet. If he'd know - he'd be under one of zhat tables arleady...
Wurth notices two young men from Security division. He nods to them with respect and seats alone. Waiter approaches, but Wurth told him he's waiting for someone and waiter left.
Wurth stares out, monitoring docking bay with his old eyes. Ships are docking in and out, one by one... He waits...
.....
He waits more...
And than... a ship docks, one little ship. It's that old well known Arrastra, all bumped and scratched! Wurth jumps from his chair and waves to the pilot.
Hahahaha, I knew! I just knew! Zhere he is, damned crazy dirty .... JUUURGEEEN! HIER! Kommen hier, bitte! Hehehe... he was trinking somewhere already...