If it was due to a lack of suitable venues within the Liberty border, or a general distrust on the zoner "researchers" of Ames, Hebishima did not know.
He did know that many times he was to meet some either shady or reputable gent from Liberty, he would find himself waiting on some piece of habitat lost within a dark matter cloud.
The place did not seemed old, but the decoration hinted some retro theme. Coupled with the scent of workshop lubricants and a few piles of ship materials waiting for storage on the outside of the entrance to the bar, one would guess that "dazzling" guests was not high on their priority list.
Still, Hebishima gave little thought on these points, checking his watch to realize he was right on top of the appointed time. Adjusting the black business suit, he finally entered the bar with his entourage.
His intended company was easily spotted, as the conspicuous racer was entertaining a group of guests of various origins. He motioned one of his goons to take a seat elsewhere in the bar, and for the second one to follow him.
“Hmmm, excuse me....” - said Hebishima at first, but upon recognizing the bald head of Sunny his hesitation wore off. - “Ah, I believe you are Sunny-san, correct? The man with a new plan.”
Hebishima checks the other people and provides some small greetings to each. He notes the presence of the kusarian woman, and although it's not one he recognizes, he nods to her at his realization that it might be someone from the Association.
Lastly, he takes out a business card from his pocket, and presents it to Sunny.
“Hebishima, from the Takarabune Conglomerate. I believe you had some past encounters with our folks while dealing with the Hogosha Association. I have come to hear your business proposals, whatever should they be.”
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