The Duane Lee Chapman Memorial Bar and Grill, Sheffield Station; "Sniffer" Martinez, proprietor

[VincentFerrex]

Richard Vettel walks into the bar and takes a seat.

"Hey, bartender, London Light please."

Grabbing his drink, Vettel looked around the room, filled with Bounty Hunters. Some of them looked as nasty as the pirates he put away.

Vettel swallowed another gulp from his drink, as a hand dropped on his shoulder. Turning around, Vettel saw a heavy looking man, wearing a trenchcoat. He smelt of aftershave, and wore a deep brimmed hat.

Vettel eyed the man, half his face hidden by the shadow cast by the hat.

The man wheezed. "You're that... S/D guy..."

Vettel raised his eyebrow. "Yes, I am. Now, what do you want? Can't you see I'm having a drink with myself?"

The man kept still, and Vettel felt the grip of the hand on his shoulder tighten.

"Remember me?"

The man removed his hat, and showed his face. He was in his mid 40s, apparantly losing alot of his hair. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had a little cut on his forehead.

Vettel didn't recognize him. "No, I don't believe so."

The man slammed Vettel to the table, the barkeeper not doing so much as to look.

The man, on top of Vettel, stared at him. "I did 15 years because of you."

Vettel grappled the man and he shoved him towards to bar table. Grabbing the man's arm, Vettel spun him around, and kicked the man from behind, and he landed on the chairs nearby, on the floor, knocked out.

Vettel turned to his drink, finished it, and handed the Barkeep a credit chip. Stopping right beside the unconscious man, Vettel spoke. "Next time, it will be for much longer."

Vettel left the bar, and headed for the station's hangar bay,

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