The golden black doors are opened again, in came 2 dirty greasy junkers. Rico looked down at his stained overalls: alot of oil and grease, with some almost indistinguishable stains of what might be blood or some maybe bits of viscera. The clean, elegant air of the place surrounding his face made him grimace a little. What was he doing here... he needed a drink and this place had them, also an old friend named Hamann had requested he stop by. He glanced up covertly at the clean glowing sign over head that read no cardamine and knew this would be the type of place with scanners upon entry. He dumped his last few emergency carda-caps in the ashtray without drawing any extra attention to himself and motioned for his partner to do the same. Upon entry into the lounge all eyes were cast upon the 2 dirty junkers, it did not bother them as they had faced scrutiny all of their lives in every setting. The crowd of people lost interest in them as quickly as they had bestowed it and life resumed as if they had never existed. Rico and his partner sat at the far side of the bar and ordered triples of what what "cheapest and strongest", requested the presence of "the man", and sat in silence waiting with their drinks.
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