Manhattan bar

[Kane]

Kane's robotic head poked out from his little booth in the corner.

"Vellcome! Alvays good to see new faces around here!"

The head retreated back to the safty of it's fire-lit cave once more (Not being able to get drunk was a boon for Kane... He could drink all the Flaming Tomorrows he wanted and would never keel over. Unless he wanted to, of course. It's no fun being sober at a drunk party). The booth was also lit by a computer screen, but the color shifting fire almost washed it out.

"Mein Gott..." He waved Hoodlum over to peer at the screen. "Vould you look at zis! Zis mess in Cambridge... I zought zat ze SSO vere Bounty Hunters. I don't remember Bounty Hunters ever asking for my cargo. Zen again, I don't normaly haul bounty vorthy cargo anyvay. And zen zere is zis NOD and ze Black Squadron peoples..." Kane shook his head. "I'm starting to vonder if I can trust anyvone. Outside of ze Indies, zat is."

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This is the real true story of rock and roll; it was not about anything more then, how to live your life, as a gangster, in sartorial splendor, and turning the world into a place where normality would never return again...- Malcolm McLaren