Richard Keller entered the bar for the first time in his LSF career. As he stood at the entrance he surveyed the bar, taking in everything from the wall mountings to the handful of agents around the bar unwinding.
Richard heads to a table by a window that also has the least amount of activity around it. He orders a standard Liberty Ale and sits down, producing a data pad.
Nursing the Ale Keller begins the work he had brought to the bar. The logistics for what was simply known as CRF-526021, Richard had a thing for logistics, improving the efficiency of the LSF's transport fleet while minimising costs. Captains of the transports that made the division where no long surprised when containers labelled 'baby food' were brought aboard their ships during a normally empty leg.
Anything to decrease the running costs.
Keller lets out a long sigh before taking a sip of his ale and staring out the window into the Ice field of Ellesmere. Only he and a few trusted others knew where CRF-526021 was located, let alone it even existed. He stretches his neck and takes another sip before focusing on his data pad once more.
