Freeport Blues

[Gabbie]

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Gabbie had to chuckle for a moment, upon reading his message. Such a cliché she thought. This guy was either an amateur, or worked with too many amateurs. She didn't knew which one was more worrying.

As she walked down the corridor towards the bar, she caught a few glimpses from a security guard, nothing more. In the bar, her contact was pretty standing out, with the helmet covering his face, he sure drawn in some looks.

Gabbie walked over, discretely turning around to show she haven't had any guns, before sitting down. Before we begin, you might want to lift that helmet, it's too outstanding. You either want to hide yourself, or depressurize the station for free beers, and I'll roll with the latter, because it sounds way more unbelievable. Joked.

She looked around again, and noted that a few looks didn't pointed towards "Charlemagne", but herself instead. Your guys? Asked.

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