Mason & Spencer to the PanGalactic Travel Company

[Zig]

Off Planet Kyushu, Kyushu system, Kusari, aboard the Luxury Liner Far Horizons

"Mr. Sanders? Pleasure to meet you, sir! Zak Mason, at your service."

Zak grinned and shook Mr. Sanders' proffered hand warmly as he cast an appraising eye about the Far Horizons' plush decor - quite the contrast to the crass functionality favorite within the Bounty Hunters Guild's official abodes or even within the various temporary residences he'd occupied since Mason & Spencer was first founded. No, it wasn't all bad, swimming in credits.

Though outwardly smiling, Zak groaned inwardly - quite apart from the uncomfortable, wearying trip out to Kusari space, the Kusari government had never been overly welcoming to Bounty Hunters, and he'd had a hell of a time securing a valid visa. Zak flashed a grin.

"Bureaucracy, eh? The very bane of my existence. Lead on, sir - preferably to the bar."

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