Freeport 10's "Sylvania Dome"

[Enkidu]

"Kenji is.... well..." Achille grinned in a semblance of thought. "...Well, no actually, he's still slicing into people. Currently we've got him down at the iso' suite, still running the spreadsheets of blisteringly disinteresting data extracted from that irritating Arlston type. NOX research and all that tirade; amusing until they vomit over your shoes.. Mind you, now he's done his service I'm still looking for an alternate replacement to continue the tests; Arlston's been stuck in a state of blissful serenity for a number of hours now, and I'm quite concerned at the possibility of him pis<expletive>sing himself or what-will-have-you. Ah, well..."

The bullet joke stung, not the least because of it's appropriateness, but Achille could take a joke. After all, it was in good taste, nothing was damaged, and the threat was gone. That in itself was a mercy.

"...It appears the wine isn't going to cut it, my Bretonian comrade. Indeed, I do concur with you on the subject of shots... Fire at me whatever you have friend, just ensure it's reasonably potent, suitably debilitating and won't blind me within a millisecond of it's consumption."

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