Freeport 10's "Sylvania Dome"

[JaaY]

"Kenji is.... well...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..."

"Hm...strange. What do you know about Kenji? Did he mentioned his past once? I think I know even more about Susan than about him."

Sean drew himself up, looked at his watch and rubbed his eyes.

"I really don't know what to think about him. I mean, he isn't unfriendly, but...something makes me feel uncomfortable about him fiddling with..."*whispers*"...What if something goes wrong? Are there enough guards in the R'n'D wing?"

Sean sighs, scratching his head and took a look at Achille's glass.

"However, I guess we'll see what the future brings. At least we have enough alcohol when a disaster descends on us."

"...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.

"Ha! We got some of that stuff aswell. Just let me know when you feel like having a hangover with blackout."

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