The sudden appearance of a rambling woman into the bar caused tension on Hebishima, as well as his subordinates. As she shoots the floor with the gun, the two guards started to go for their guns as well, but Hebishima was quick to stop them. This was not their turf, and keeping stability was the job of the AFC.
As the roudy woman presented herself with a string of unholy terms that could only come of the mouth of some extreme nationalist activist, he understood, at least, that she worked for the Unioners, and that Sunny possibly had met her before.
Being a brash, uncultured, no-holds barred tough guy or gal seemed the norm in the Unioners in this age, only a few souls like Armin Jansen being their saving grace. Perhaps a consequence of having to deal with Corsairs, Hessians, cold weather, and the scent of scrap every day of the week, without access to any of the good stuff of the Federal Republic.
“Welcome then, miss Dross-san. We are here to discuss some of the recent events and get some ideas in place. Perhaps Sunny has told you about it, we were expecting some pointers from the Unioners as well. I'm Hebishima, from the Takarabune Conglomerate. A p...” - he made a short pause, before reformulating his sentence - “Is good to be made your acquaintance.
How fares the movement these days?”
However, the freelancer pilot was getting increasingly irritated, and he was hoping he would avoid assisting to a bar fight so sson in the evening....
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