Several weeks later Jimmy finds himself at the doors to the Kvartet with a different but equally surly looking bouncing surveying his hangdog visage.
"Buddy it's been a long day, lets play nice yeah?" He said with all the charm he could muster. The bouncer gave one last appraisal and let him through, taking the credit chit Jimmy offered him as he passed.
The club was far more mellow than he remembered, the once lively jazz beat had been replaced with a soft tune that seem to waft around the tables, spreading it's calming influence among the patrons.
Taking his drink, Jimmy picked out a sidebooth to collapse into and prompty took up residence. The past week spent hauling alloy and ship panels took it's toll, now he was ready to get back to what he knew best, weapons. Katya had recently managed to get access to the Kemwer line, a much boasted series of arms developed by the Order and a resource he himself had attempted to gain with fairly disappointing results.
Muttering the words "Moral spine" he shook his head and began pouring over specs, market lists and profit margins.
