Nelson's

[jammi]

John Crown wandered into the bar. He'd been doing the rounds throughout the station, trying to scrape some information up on a female Corsair that had been operating in Leeds last night. No luck so far. Walking in there was one woman seated in a corner, who could have been Corsair because of her facial features, but could have been something else entirely. Hard to tell.

He limped up to the bar counter and clicked his fingers at the barkeep who'd been otherwise distracted staring at a blank spot of wall. Business must be slow or something. "Oi, you." He had the barkepp's attention now. "I'm looking for some help tracking certain persons down." He lowered his voice so no-one else in the room could hear him speak. "The Buccaneers are offering a reward for any information that allows us to track down a certain Corsair. All we know about her is that she flies one of those Corsair ships slightly bigger than their patrol 'Legionnaires' or whatever they're called, and slightly smaller than their main battle fighters. Y'know, the big heavy ones. She was also operating in Leeds last night."

The barkeep thought for a moment before responding. "How much you paying?" John fished a 1000 credit chit out of his pocket and waved it at him before slipping it back into his pocket. "In that case," the barkeep said loudly, "she's right behind you over there." So much for subtle. The woman was peering at him suspiciously.

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