Artem had passed a very muscular man in a tan jumpsuit when he felt somebody tapping on his shoulder, the owner of the hand in question was the jumpsuited man who had been waiting in the Bar for recruits to show up, nudging his head in a universal gesture to follow him he walked to a room in the back that was rather secluded from the mainstream hustle and bustle of the local Zoners and the various members of organizations that frequent Omega-49: Corsairs, Bounty Hunters, Mollys and many others from close by systems.
The booth that Artem was led to was occupied by a rather small man, he wore a gray business suit that the stereotypical corporate would wear, his short blond hair was combed to the side while his eyes tracked the newcomer as he was seated across from him, his expression was kept neutral as he sized up Artem.
"Mister Stukov, you lack subtly when you travel..."he commented, his right hand cradling a glass of scotch as he leaned back all so slightly, the muscular man blocking the exit from the booth with folded arms, staring down the much smaller men as if waiting for some signal to act.
"So what brings you to such a war-torn place like Omega-49 Mr Stukov?'
