Manhattan bar

[Malaclypse 666]

"Damn! Where the hell is my shirt!?!" Cay yelled. 

Now that she had their attention, "So, what are we gonna do while the boss is gone?"

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"Trader Cay, you ask one of the universal questions, and i can't find it in my soul to answer." Pops said morosely as he started at his cigar.

"The truth is I'm bored to tears with trading and making endless gobs of digital dollars. The Epsilon Wing is finally doing some business, but it takes most of one of us to escort a trade run. I've even gone into the savings and loan business as a partner, in an attempt to liven up the action and drama around Sirius; but, nothing seems to make me peckish for a cockpit or bridge at the moment..."

"And that buggering Malaclypse has thrown the penultimate wrench into it all by proclaiming the F-units "free beings"! Half the time I'm without my main pilot, as she's off galavanting about in this slipper-looking craft. "Sophie" even pilots my bloody ship from inside the thing. I suppose I should be grateful for that much.."

"How bout we load up some party barges, head for the Veranda Incognita, and boogie til the bovines come home."

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