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

[Agmen of Eladesor]

The stranger walked down the corridor. He saw the lights, and heard the noise. Curiosity about what could be going on pulled him forward. An old fashioned window in the front of the place allowed him to see inside. (He also noted that it was thick, bulletproof and laser absorbing glass, too, so that the patrons inside could drink and dine safely without fear of assassination from the corridor as well.)

He saw men inside that he recognized. They were the public side of the things - the few and proud bounty hunters of the S/D Agency. The camaraderie, warmth, and general cheer inside were quite apparent as he watched.

His face still, the stranger turned from the bar and continued down the corridor. Such was not for the likes of him. The shadows were where he operated, and where he would stay.

While he knew that the corridor was generally monitored by station security, he didn't know that 'Sniffer' had additional monitors set up as well.

Sitting at his usual table, Max saw the expression on Sniffer's face. He started to get out of the booth to get his weapon, because that look was normally reserved for guns being drawn.

"Sit down, Max, it's all right. I just saw a face from the past that I didn't expect to see again. I didn't even know he was still alive, actually. Have one on me, and remember our absent companions."

"Absent companions, indeed" Max replied, thinking all the while that, given the past, that there could be only one meaning to what Sniffer said. The Wild Geese were running again - which meant life in Sirius was going to get 'interesting' - like the ancient Chinese curse.

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Oh god... The end of days... Agmen agreed with me.