Port Twelve

[The.Cop]

Monica sighed in relief that she found the right guy in this crowd of people. Horace's scars woke up an interest in his history he was successfuly trying to hide from her, but after all it's upon him, if he wanted to share his story with her, he would have done that already. Monica respected it. She had no other choice. The crowd around them, in desperate need of fight or action, wasn't an unusual sight for Police officers, Manhattan was and always will be a good place for criminals and smugglers. If rumors are right, then Manhattan offers the highest price for Cardamine and Artifacts, so there must be somebody who is in need of these items.

For sure the crowd was disappointed because at some point they had to realise no action is going to happen at this place. "It's my pleasure, Mr.Laster." Monica said and shook with his extended hand. Then the rest of the crowd disappeared. "Thank you for yet another compliment. Please, call me Monica." Monica nodded and pointed at the sleeper ship located not far from Port Twelve. It was a rare sight, because almost nobody could recognize the old Sleeper ship with new paint among these tall skyscrapers. "The bar I mentioned is two blocks far from here, next to that huge ship. And the answer is yes!" She gave him a wink and without any more questions asked, she turned around to the exit and began walking towards it.