Diamonds and Ashes

[Corile]

A man came in through the bar's door. One of the many such "fine establishments" on the Alcatraz that nobody ever remembered by name. The man wore a leather jacket and jeans. The top button of the jacket was undone, revealing a smart, white shirt underneath. His head was covered with a beanie and his neck with a scarf, which he took off as he came in exposing his rather hastily trimmed beard.

That man was Nathan Bloodrose. Four years ago, in that same bar he made the first step to drop his original surname. In that same bar he met Rise Bloodrose and over those four years he rose to the position of the Bloodrose head of operations in Liberty. In practice - the entire Republic was his playground, he just had to make sure no stray cats pooped into the sandbox. And if there was one thing he was good at, it was making friends. And shooting bad guys, but that only on weekdays.

Alcatraz was always a good place to conduct business, even if it was just by a random conversation in the bar - he was the best example of that. Everyone you met on Alcatraz turned out to be someone you could use, it was just a matter of price and ability.

Nathan knew that instinctively. And it was not important now anyway. All he wanted from this bar right now is some hard liquor. He approached the counter and took his seat. The bartender peeked out of the back room.

"Get me some scotch, a glass and a teaspoon, good man," Nathan made his order. As the bartender put the stuff on the table, another man entered the room.

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