The Leftovers

[Gabbie]

Suite 4141, Paradise Falls Resort, Planet Curacao.
7th of April, 827 | 2:41PM

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Gabbie enjoyed her quiet time, between all these meetings. Since the civil war started, her contracts ringed her terminal constantly, wanting to buy support for one side or another.

Most of the time, she didn't even bothered to answer. Half of them played the opposite side she picked, the other half were either untrustworthy, wanted weapons, personnel, and other things she didn't dealt in, or bidded too low. She was quite tired, as her timetable was ruined. By her info, she would have a good month to prepare, but now, everything needed to be ready by yesterday.

This meeting, however calmed her. No unknown element, no war, no rushed decisions. She could take her time, having a proper discuss, and she dressed for the occassion. A moderately expensive red dress, chosen by it's style, rather than the label. Some makeup, drinks. Proper drinks at that, not the pirate haven swill she used to drink.

While waiting, opened some wine, and poured some for herself. The two credit bottle was the only thing in the suite, that didn't fit the picture. It was lousy, sweet, and probably never even saw real grapes, but Gabbie grown up on it. And nostalgia was the aroma nobody could resist.

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