Nivek Erieth & the November-Coming-Fire

[Damien McEwan]

Before the top of the fifth hour and fourth hit of that damn fine Kalisti Gold, Che received a comm on his neural net.

When he saw who it was from, his eyes went wide with surprise, then softened into a look of relief before narrowing into a glare of anger.

"What is it?" Nivek asked in a choked voice from across the table, as he lifted his head away from the bong, doing his best to hold in the smoke.

"Uh, Nothing. Work." Che replied through gritted teeth. "Please excuse me for a few moments, Mi Amigo, I have to take this."

Che stood and motioned to the waitress to refill their beers, and then stormed off to the back of the bar.

He body chequed the restroom door and knelt down to make sure there were no feet in the stalls before locking himself in.

He stood at the sink in front of the mirror and plugged in. His reflection disappeared and turned to static as the network connection was being made, and took a calming breath before answering the call.

Identification: The Banger Grim


"Joaquin my Lad, it's good to see you!"

"Where.The.F***.Have you been, old man!?" Che replied.

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