Jack Crow sat in his chair in the executive lounge of the Metaphysical. He could see out over the top of the ship as they neared the station. The ship eased into the dock. He took another sip of his drink and put his data pad down. He grabbed his long coat and headed for the door.
As he approached the airlock he saw his old friend and two guards waiting for him. He called out to his friend, "What's all this Stephen? We're on a Junker base after all."
"You don't even know why we're here."
"I know enough. I'm taking up for JT. We'll be fine. I've got some messages to deliver. Besides no one is going to mess with us on this base. Though, some intel might be nice. Tell you're boys to go exploring. See what they can find. I'll be at the Drunken Junker."
As he walked into the bar, the bartender recognized him immediately. "Hey Jack, didn't really expect to see you back here."
"Wasn't really sure I'd be back, but here I am. I'm meeting someone."
"So, I heard. He's over there waiting for you."
Jack walked over to the table. "Wouldn't a booth in the back be a better meeting place?" The man looked up at him, and he held out his hand. "Hello, I'm Jack Crow. I don't think we've ever been introduced."
