Barrier Gate Station wasn't one of Blaine's favorite places. Yes, if you wanted to get laid, well, it was a good place to go but it was also where cardamine and people hiding from the law spent much of their time. Blaine had little to worry about. He was huge. His time in the gym was evident and his demeanor was rough. His campaign hat was well worn in nor did he back down when threatened. His survival vest had various ammo on it and other essentials, the sure sign of a retired soldier.
Today, he was looking for Sunny. He had only a picture from a transmission to go by. Spotting him at the bar, he approached him.
"Sunny, I assume?" he spoke to the man, extending his hand, "It's an honor to meet you."
Looking toward the bartender, he quickly ordered a Rheinbeer.