The Cantina at Tinkers Haven

[FynnMcScrap]

Fynn had experienced a hard day, and the anger straining to break free was boiling under the calm facade he tried to show. Still, all who knew hin could see the stress in his face as he crossed the cantina floor and joined Seraph at the bar. He nodded to her and pushed a PDA tablet over to Olsen.

Here, the latest figures for you and your staff. Should cover everything currently needed, and I updated the figures for the consumed goods needed for the refugee program as you requested. We will have to be carefull here, they really seem starved, and as soon as Doreen has fixed their injuries and they realize the are not going to be shot at or dumped into space here at the Haven they get a healthy appetite. Thank you for sending your cook to my office, Olsen. I really appreciate that.

Olsen only grinned and took the PDA without checking it, put three fresh wine glasses on the counter and ceremoniously opening a fine bottle of white wine.
He then nodded at Seraph , put the bottle before her and turned to prepare the Tea.
Fynn sighed, shot an amused and still slightly cross look at Olsend broad back and looked at the hesitating Seraph.

Oh well, and to top it all one of the Paramedics passed me a rumour that seems to be circulating under the civilians at Houston. The grapevine knows for sure that the Memorial Clinic is just a forefront of Junker bonecutters killing Bretonian refugees to sell their organs on the black market all over Sirius, and the lucky ones get sold to Kusari as Slaves or can pay to be smuggled to Rheinland by *donating* a kidney. I wonder who invents such stuff ?
Oh, and Seraph ? Did you know that you and your friends are wilde infested ex- LSF ?

Fynn shook his head in disgust

The other rumour I heared is that you are actually Rheinland espionage officers sent to disrupt libertonian trade.
Do me a favour and pass on word that we only pay rent here, will you ?
And pour some of that wine , will you. I need a glass full of sunshine to clear the cobwebs in my head.

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FynnMcScrap, Foreman of Tinkers Haven