The Duane Lee Chapman Memorial Bar and Grill, Sheffield Station; "Sniffer" Martinez, proprietor

[Agmen of Eladesor]

He walked into the bar, every movement deliberate.

His eyes continually scanned, checking all directions for threats.

The barkeep looked up in surprise. Things here had been rather slow since the merger of the S/D with the Core. Most of his old regulars were still alive, according to the rumors he'd heard - they just were out in places far from civilization like the Omegas and the Omicrons. This boy looked like he could become a regular. In fact, he looked pretty darned familiar, too.

"Howdy, son, my name is Sniffer and this here establishment is for bounty ..." his voice trailed off.

A smile appeared on the strangers face. "I think I qualify, considering that on the wall of your fine establishment happens to be a poster from my holo-vid show."

Sniffer reached down behind the bar and got a bottle of the good stuff for Colt Severs to enjoy.

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Oh god... The end of days... Agmen agreed with me.