Freeport Blues

[NixOlympica]

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Charlemagne gazed at the person in front of them. Light-brown skin. Seemingly young. Pretty. Charlemagne did not like the combination of the latter two. Young and pretty usually spelled trouble.

Charlemagne beckoned the newcomer to sit down and then placed a small device on the table. Portable jammer which would scramble the image all potential electronics pointing at the couple. This toy was a present that Kelsen gave them before their departure. Cost a fortune. There were no cameras in the bar as far as they knew but if the MND or someone tried to record their meeting, this gadget should ensure all that would be recorded was a whole lot of static. In theory. Apparently the device was a prototype and had quite a high failure rate. None of that reassured Charlemagne very much.

"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."

Charlemagne unbuckled their helmet and a few strands of curly hair fell out at first.

She placed the helmet at the seat next to her and looked at the "fixer".

"I am alone. Now who in the hell are you?"