Freeport 10's "Sylvania Dome"

[Haste]

Meeting in the Sylvania Dome on Freeport 10 was an unusual choice. After all, the Blood Money was a secure location. A controlled environment.

But still, Martin Reynolds carefully guided his Black Dragon into docking bay three. He had worked with the Commonwealth before, although targets had usually vanished quickly after a bounty had been set on their head.

The Sylvania Dome was a sight to behold. It'd been a while since Martin last saw a place as lush and green. After all, the park districts of Manhattan he used to visit were off limits to him ever since he chose to live the life of a Reaver.

He took in his surroundings. There were people here from all walks of life. The Zoners let in almost anyone. Nobody seemed to take notice of him, and thus, he sat himself down on a barstool, waiting for the two new Reaver candidates.