Anatolly didn't have to wait long, the Ministry of Truth has been watching Canaria, having placed agents planetside under the threat of the Corsair invasion, some were meant for 'other' purposes such as recruit-hunting. The agent in question had been tipped off by the Bartender, the man he was talking to stuck out like a sore thumb, the Commissar was at least disguised in a Civilian jumpsuit one could expect to find a prospector from Dublin or the Omega Systems using, tan in colour and smudged with grime in some places. Commissar Chekov pushed his way carefully through the crowd, as quiet as a ghost he crept up on the man talking to the bartender before clamping his hand down on his shoulder. His voice was gruff and almost threatening when he spoke.
"You better keep quiet boy, asking around for us tends to draw the attention of somebody even less friendly than myself...Let's take this away from the nice man's counter and to a nice little corner-table Da? he asked before letting go of the man's shoulder, heading in the direction of a corner booth that should afford them some small manner of privacy. Sitting down while leaving space across from him for the other man to have a seat. When Anatolly sat down the Commissar stared him right in the eyes, his voice hushed but still audible despite the music and chatter in the background." So...You are looking for the Sirius Coalition are you Comrade...Why?"
