Blood Money Bar - Clinic and Financial Advisors, Inc.

[Euca]

Julian entered the bar, fresh from his cramped shuttle ride down to the hidden station. There was a tense feeling over the bar, despite the small amount of people that occupied it. As Julian handed in his vast range of hand pistols, he pulled down his hat in act of defense. He made a confident yet cautious strut to the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks. Simple, yet effective in reliving the cramps that he had received from the pea sized shuttle.

After scanning the bar, Julian saw no person of immediate interest. With that, he took a seat at the bar, keeping an ear out in the bar around him, while also trying to relax.

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