A woman, mid twenties, stumbles into the bar looking worse for wear. Her hair is all messed up, with what looks like half a finished dye job, her uniform is still slightly smoking and half burned up, and ash, or grease, is smeared across half her face. Everyone briefly looks up to see her enter the bar.
"Smugglin' run. Got chased. Almost died. Nothing to see here." she glowers. She shuffles over to a dark corner of the bar where a man sits in silence. She sits down across from him and looks up. "I got what you wanted, Commander."
The man looks up briefly at the woman who sat down at his booth. "Problems?" he said with a slight smile.
"More than you'd care to know about. You know how it goes."
"Mmm. I do. What was the amount we settled on, my dear? 40 million credits for your discretion and for your theft of the item in particular?"
"Well, sir, since I had issues with the law--"
"Forty-Million Credits." said the man, even darker than before. "You should know better, Kasumi than to piss me off."
"Of course sir, 40 million it is."
"Good." he said sliding her a chip. "I have another job for you to do, this one will pay more than the others."
She raised her eyebrows. "More than 40 million credits, uncle?"
He smiled.
"This one will put you into retirement if you play your hand right...and I told you not to call me uncle. You know how old that makes me feel."
A man walked over and sat down on the third spot of the booth.
"Keller, our meeting is about to begin."
Keller nodded and looked back to the young woman at the bar.
"Miss Masuyo, I'm getting old. Even though I don't look like it, I'm nearing my 40's. Next time we meet, I need you to not come into the bar half naked and damn near dead next time. You're liable to give me a heart attack." he said with a smile that quickly faded. "You will find your next mission on your ships computer. I will be in contact."
With that, the Commander turned back to the man who had set down. The young woman got up, dusted herself off and left the bar towards the ship bay.
"Who was that, boss?"
"No one, Petrov. Someone who is getting things for me...now what's this meeting you've been talking about?"
