Ghosts of the Past...

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Sitting in his booth on Manhattan, The Godfather heard the transmission on his private scanner.

"Send Twin to investigate with a wing of his Aces. I don't like the sound of that kind of encounter. Remember the last time?" The Godfather said to his friend, and confidante, Myrna Andstrade. "I want you to get in touch with anyone you know in AW, or FP 9 and get me details on their findings if you can. Have Twin work on that too.

A curt nod was his only answer, and the sound of someone getting up and walking away.


'Hmmm, what could it be this time? Bagh! Can't be good. Twin can handle it though.' Mused the Godfather in his head.

"Ay You, another round, and one for the rest of the bar. On me. The best you got. Not that crap, Liberty Ale. Also, bring me my tab. He said to the barkeep. going back into his musings.

'Gotta find that Outacst Nightfall, heard he can find out anything. For a price. Gotta love a man with his priorities straight.' He looked over to one of his guys. "Hey go find out how to get in touch with that Nightfall you were telling me about. Ask him to join me for a drink, and business."

The bartender interrupts any further musing, setting down a glass and his bill, saying, "Thats $4277 for the night sir. If you need anything else, just let me know." Then he goes back to the bar, helping a customer on his way, and grabbing empty glasses and shot glasses.

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Looking into returning, maybe.