The Blood Money - Freeport One Edition -

[Haste]

Martin leaned out of the booth and gestured towards the back of the bar.

"There's a clinic in the back. They can't work magic, but they should be able to patch you up."

He signaled for a waitress.

"Take your time to recover. I need you to be able to perform your best. That's what our contractors expect."

"What can I get you today?"

Martin looked up at the waitress, then pointed at the bottle on the table.

"A glass. And tell the boys at the clinic to be ready."

He nodded at William.

"Mr. Johnson here needs a few stitches."

"I'll be right back, sir."

Martin had a quick look through the Sabre's equipment on his datapad.

"Although I appreciate your offer, I have no use for her."
He chuckled.
"The Sabre, that is. Not to mention that I'd definitely scratch it."

"However, some of our contractors have technology you might be interested in. Guns in particular. We could have your Sabre reoutfitted by the time you're ready to fly. Of course, that's up to you."

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