Ouray Inn (iRP)

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"One juice please."

The the wiry little fellow wearing sneakers, jeans, baseball cap sporting the NY Gargantuans logo and hanging red and white checkered flannel shirts walk in. As he sits down on a stool next to the counter. The bartender frown on the request and grumbles under his breath, but reaches down the dusty self and takes a bottle of Synth Foods' Fructocular and pours it to the glass. As the bartender gives the glass he says.

"I haven't seen you around. You new?"

"Yeah. Art Seller. My dad thinks he had a sense of humor. And he had a little boutique names so too. Not anymore with the present economical situation. I guess I own him more than a name after hearing his rant about the government stealing our jobs. I've been here for couple of weeks. "

Art extends his hand over the counter to shake the bartender's hand.

"By the way my homies call me Flannel for the shirts I always wear. These are way too comfortable to give over to suits."

"Nice to meet you. Say, where do come from now? You seems a little bit shaken."

"NY. Was acquiring some supplies from a friend of mine but got beset by Navy."

"How did it go?"

"Surprisingly good. And things are looking prosperous in our endeavors to make the establishment see reason and that people of the Liberty have finally had enough. See I met a navy guy while putting a stop to traffic to Detroit, but he was a waste of time. My time that is and he came in blazing but then came along another Navy man and...




...it sure was interesting to see. It pays off to stay my hand sometimes. This guy could be worth of his weight in gold to our cause. In terms of information and what he can do to aid our cause. Interesting rumor about the Liberty - Kusari war. I don't think they could handle two front war and that would leave us in a tight spot. But I don't think it comes to that. The government can't possibly be that stupid. They are greedy and power-hungry, but not stupid."

Art finishes the drink and on his way out he nods to people at the table.

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Flying under radar.