Aftermath

[Squad]

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Sykes' boot made a slight crunch on the hanger floor, and he kicked the filter from his second cigarette between the nearest cargo containers. He slipped his datapad into his front coat pocket and made to follow Montes into the pile of bodies lining up for a word with their hosts. The dull light from above gave his jacket an unoriginal sheen.

He stood next to Montes and bumped his shoulder before slipping a toothpick in his front teeth. Interrupting Hemlocke during a conversation wasn't something he intended to get in the habit of.

"Aye, let boss know I be 'round, but I ain't lookin'a get involved wit' the kowtowin'. Got some bidness if the opportunity presents, feel me?"

He turned his head to the side to watch some of the Kusarian women glide through the various hallways, some having made their overtures, others waiting their turn. He moved the toothpick back to the rear of his mouth.

"Meantime, browsin' the menu ain't too bad."

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