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

[Agmen of Eladesor]

"Hello, Mr. Martinez."

"Hello, Mrs. Bader. How are things going for you and your husband here now?"

"I think we're fitting in quite nicely here on Sheffield Station. The apartment is very nice that you found us, and Douglas is enjoying work and life again. I thought it was a nasty business, the legs that the Bretonian Veterans Administration were a complete disgrace, especially after all the work he did."

"Some of us knew him from our days in the force, ma'am, and I couldn't agree more."

Just then, the door to the Duane Chapman Memorial Bar and Grill opened, and Sir Douglas Bader, the mewest assistant director of the Search/Destroy Agency walked in. There was the tiniest of whines fromn the servo motors in his artificial legs.

"Ah, my dear, let us dine on the fine repast that Sniffer can prepare in his kitchen. Two of your 'blue plate specials', Sniffer."

Glancing around, he caught the eye of one an S/D pilot. "Boba, my good lad, someone sent me a possible recruiting poster for the company, and I want you opinion." He pulled out the flyer and laid it on the table in front of the bounty hunter.



"Tell me what you think."

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