Leytenant Pavel Pavlovich Pavlov looked at the bar and people gathered inside. Few BMMers were cheering their coworker armwrestling with Daumann employee. Freelancer, Junker and Zoner freighter captains were busy answering questions of BPA officer sent from Cambridge with the purpouse to investigate latest Artifact smuggling routes.
Bretonian shuddered when he noticed worn uniform and Coalition badge of a new guest, but quickly cooled down, especially as Zoner bodyguard near the entrance sent him clear eye signal Zoners don't wish any troubles at the freeport. Blaster gun behind his belt was additional argument against attempts to realise funny ideas, such as arresting Coalition pilot. Zoners already barely agreed on BPA investigator onboard their station.
Pavlov approached the bartender.
- Tavarisch Zoner, who came in as the latest guest?
The bartender pointed his head at pilot dressed in a Gateway uniform sitting next to the table, with window behind his back directed at Sprague. Line of navicom buyos relaying coordinates and information beginning at freeport disappeared at horizon, towards the planet.
- Spasiba.
- Anything to drink?
- Cocktail glasses of cold vodka, only two. I fly later. Tell the mechanics in the hangar to check my Nyx's hull, refuel it and resupply ammo.
Coalitioner headed towards Gateway-dressed pilot contemplating difficult task of colonisation of Sprague.
- Tavarisch Neville? Leytenant Pavlov, Coalition secondary forces. I'm sorry for late, I had unexpected meeting, damnoye cannibal. May I?.. - Pavlov asked looking at the chair around the table.
