Without a name

[James Greed]

The man with no name arrived at the bar in Rochester, looking quite nervous.
He was meddling the side of his shabby business suit, as he ordered a glass of whiskey. Maybe some alcohol would make him relax. The reason for his anxiety was clear as the sky. 

Why would anyone want to meet a pirate, who doesn't even know his own name?

The other thing that bothered him was the fact, that she is a bounty hunter. Of course, one from the core, so she isn't after his head, like the ones in house space. Still, the fact made him feel uneasy. 


As soon as he got his whiskey, he drank it in one swig, then waited for her. And waited. Soon, he realized that coming earlier by half an hour was pointless, but something he remembered from his past was to never make a lady wait.

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