Zack Masters strolled into Sylvania Dome, both hands in the pockets of his light summer jacket. Despite the artificially adjusted temperature always being within the humanly "comfort" zone, Zack always wore some sort of jacket. It had become a habit over the years.
He was in a pretty good mood, he was well integrated in the Commonwealth, it had been alot easier than he had initially thought, business was going pretty well, he had made more profit since joining the Commonwealth than he had in the last 2 years on his own so everything was going pretty well in his life.
He headed over to the bar, glancing around as he made his way to the counter, taking in the faces and general environment of the bar. He reached the counter and ordered his new favorite drink "Hello there, one rum, lots of ice, please"
He leaned up against the counter removing his hands from his pockets, looked over at his favorite cubicle in the corner to make sure it was empty, and it was. He liked that cubicle only because being positioned where it was, it was impossible for anyone to sneak up behind whomever was sitting there, and Zack liked that "Always make sure they never get the drop on you" he thought to himself.
There were a few new faces in the place, people he hadn't met before, Robert was sitting alone at a table with a smugg look on his face, "I wonder what he's been amuzing himself with" he thought ,but the one thing that stuck out were the amount of security personnel in the Dome.
Security was always very tight at the Freeport, especially since they had to deal with people that were, in normal situations, mortal enemies. What he always admired was the way the security blended into the Bar and its surroundings. For anyone that didn't know any better, they were just guests like any others, having their drinks and chatting away. But Zack did know better, he had been living at Freeport 10 long enough to get to know most of the permanent staff, including the excellent security team.
The bartender put his drink on the counter and Zack picked it up and with a smile thanked the person and headed over to the corner cubicle, sat down and faced the rest of the bar. After taking a better look around he spotted Susan, she was with Achille and a man Zack had never seen before. Achille had a very uncomfortable look on his face, not normal to anyone that knew him and one could tell that the stranger was the source of his discomfort.
Zack let out a small chuckle, it was quite funny to see Achille in this type of situation once in a while, way out of his comfort zone. Zack adjusted himself on the immaculately upholstered seat, picked up his drink with his left hand, brought it to his lips and sipped at it. He held the glass up "Now, that is a damn fine drink..." he thought putting the glass back down on the table. He sat back as to make himself even more comfortable "...damn fine drink..." he thought once again, putting a small smile on his lips.
