The Ships Inn ... Wall Street Station, Honshu

[Fellow Hoodlum]

Jay slid out from behind the desk in his office on the top floor. He had to admit he had
missed the view, and the old cut and thrust of the business.
"Time for coffee and a chaser."
He thought out loud, and headed for the private lift down to the back office in the bar.
He was glad back in the day when they were still on Newark he had sold half the
business to Sophie. When he said sold, more like given it to her for putting up with
some of the less then civilised behaviour that she had had to put up with past.
She was the only one who had any chance of controlling his brother on a binge.
Must be the bit of Outcast in both of them ...
"Serena, could you contact Miguel Marron for me, on the high encrypt side
channel, details are in my private listing. Set it up for when I get back from lunch,
I doubt he is around right now."
She was working out well, time to steal her off the temporary staff company and
give her a raise.
The lift doors slid silently open and he stepped in, there was only one button and
he gently pushed it. The doors closed and the lift descended.
They opened again after a few seconds, into a medium sized room with a couple
of desks with all the usual business and communication paraphernalia spread
around. He still liked working from here when he didn't need to be upstairs, the
bar was next door. The coffee just tasted better.
He pushed the old western style saloon bar swing doors open and stepped out
behind the bar.
"Hey Soph, I know it's early but you got customers and me here ... Can I trouble you
for a triple Discordia blend Americano and my bottle of best Maltese. Stick whatever
these reprobates are having on my tab please my dear."
He slid round from behind the bar as Sophie came in from the kitchen, and pulled
up a stool ...

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."