New Providence (Formerly Freeport 2) - Administrators Office

[FrankGambit]

Docking the Huntsman had gone off without a hitch. To his relief, the docking bay personnel did not pay much attention to them other than the routine task of locking the ship down in the bay.

Gambit noticed that much had changed on old Freeport2. He had not spent much time on station, and the AFC Club house that was once here, he had only visited twice, even though he was the Bering Chapter official. He had spent most of his time with the club out earning script instead of lounging on stations. He did notice that it seemed cleaner, more organized and that there was a more "Military" feel to the place.

He followed the indications and made his way from the docking bay to the stations administration office. The door was open, and he saw a man sitting behind a desk, his attention fixed on a data pad. He knocked on the side of the bulkhead to get his attention..

"Hi, I am Frank Gambit....You must be Jimmy, and I think these are for you..."

He walked over to the desk and placed the box of Cigars on the corner, and held out his hand to greet the man sitting behind the desk.