Rochester Inn

[Crysis]

Some bangs and the chattering of steel could be heard from behind the door entering the Rochester Inn Bar which lead to the hangar. Moments after, a tall silhouette stood at the doorway with two large 'sack-like' objects dragged behind him one in each hand, with the opening of the sliding doors and his first steps into the room, the figure swung forward his arms, dumping before him two men!? Both were tied up by the arms and legs with some rope tied into a small noose at a loose end to be able to pull them about. One man was unconscious, the other lay there attempting to open the bloody-mess he called an eye to peer about and see where regain his bearings however as he did so, a boot emerged from behind a dark trench-coat and pressed down on the back of the victims head squashing his face.

"There, there! Still! I said!"... The voice was low, slightly sinister, however it had authority to it and seeing the position the man was in at the moment, gave him a a dark aura, one of power!

A few bystanders having a quiet drink or a shady conversation in the corners of this tavern watched the situation unfold, others peered subtlety at the scene and looked away to avoid any issues or unwanted questions. Upon further inspection of the bodies, the limp one seemed to be of Junker affiliation, whoever this man was, he knew what he was doing... I mean, walking into a Junker affiliated station, carrying a Junker as your prisoner and dragging him into the inn? Surely that wasn't the smartest of decisions? The mysterious man walked forward dragging the limp body forward and sitting it at the foot of the bar, he seemed dead. The disturber of the peace glanced up passed the rim of his cap, and adjusted his thin-scarf which was now shrouding his nose and mouth like a bandana, it provided the man with anonymity, he ran his finger along its and adjusted it at the nose, he caught the faces of the onlookers and barkeep.

"Don't worry, he's just sedated. Pretty heavily sedated... Using a rather unconventional method, animal tranquilliser, applied through intravenous... *He pulled a ghastly smirk* Oh well, it does the job... Now I came in here for a drink, and it wouldn't be smart to dispose of a Junker and bring him to his own base if I wanted a drink and no trouble would it? He should be up in an hour or so, as for the other one..." *He glanced over his shoulder at the other man who lay there whimpering trying to retain his moans* He never finished his sentence...."Now, a hard whiskey please, if you may Barkeep, Thank you". He sat down and grabbed the drink which was silently poured and nudged towards him at the bar, by a very shaky and nervously perspiring barman. As he set the glass to his lips to take a swig, he was very conscious of the conversations in the room, murmurs and whispers "Who's that?, Should we inform anyone? No,No, just let the incident be!" those words could be heard quietly being muttered. The man grinned from behind his shrouded face, you could see the expression in his eyes.

"Thank you very much..." His accent was different, indistinguishable, it hadn't been heard before, rather odd and almost broad at times but with an elegance about it which showed respect and knowledge in his vocabulary. On finishing his drink the man stood, and lifted the arms of the sedated 'corpse' at his side still sleeping against the bar sat on the floor, he reached over his head towards the back of his neck by his shoulderblades, and drew from behind his back a beautifully never before seen Obsidian-Edged, Black Stone Blade which glistened with the lights as it whistled leaving its sheath. Everyone turned to the sound, and with a quick swipe he had untied the Junker which still lay knocked out. "Apologies for the disturbance", the man looked up at the man behind the bar and glanced around the room... "I'll cause no trouble, I'm just going to make my way to my ship for a lie down and a smoke, I'll be on my way in a while..." He left the tavern grabbing the other man by the rope on his feet and dragging him out of the tavern, his hands bound to his feet awkwardly and they both made out passed the sliding doors, the sound of metal boots clanking and a dragging lump behind it.

As the man left, sound one again filled the Rochester Inn, some freelancers sat at the end of the bar broke the silence, "Hey! That man on the ground! I'm certain I saw a Police badge on the man?!" Another man at his side signalled him to be quiet, within seconds conversation once again broke out in the inn and no one seemed to question anything, some nearby guests aided the barkeep in picking up the junker and sitting him on a chair pouring water over his face. Another attendant approached the spot where the 'police' once lay and mopped up a puddle of blood which came as a result of the mans' deep cut above his eye. People did take notice of this man who lay in pain, but no one dared really intervene, it was all a bit of a shock to the bars atmosphere, anyhow something wasn't right.