White Buffalo Saloon; Port Canaria

[Pepe]

After releasing Elena to the VIP lounge, Doc made a deliberate mistake: he turned his back to her.

Streets of Crete are messy place to live at. Back-stabbing people is a way of life there. And a way of death. But Elena just took a seat next to Ladron and notices his face was changing colors.

Suppressing his bad temper, Ladron laid his heavy hand gently on her shoulder. He whispered something in her ear. It seams she liked the idea much better than playing with Doc Holliday. Ladron's glowing red face turned to normal fat-people's red. He took out his comm device and started to speak to someone. Listening to that made Elena very happy.

Seating next to Ladron, Centurion was happy as well. He didn't notice any of the incident. His hands were all over that lady in blue. They were jabbering like teenagers on a first date. Decision to remove TBH ships from the region obviously made Elder relaxed after a long time. Ladron was wandering what-ta-hell all that girls see on Martino!

.....

As time passed by, many drinks were served. Party was doing what parties usually do: make everybody put down their daily burden and have a good time.

Ladron looked at Elena who started to get nervous: Don't worry. They will arrive any minute now.

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Ah... Finally! Check them fast and let them in por favor!

THEY ARE HERE, PEOPLE!

FIESTAAAA!

SAMBAAAAAA!



Music started to play. Elena finally jumped up, getting all that El Comisario on his feet with ease.

She dragged him to the dance podium and they started to salsa.

Centurion came few seconds later, showing basic steps to Kusari lady. With his hands all over her, of course. She was laughing like an innocent child.

Damn... Someone's gonna get lucky tonight.