Sunbucks Cafe

[Garrett Jax]

Seymore smirked at the alcohol intolerant recruit sprawled out on the floor of Sunbucks Cafe. "Cleanup on aisle 10," he heard Deputy Chief Hull O'Brien bellow out. Smatterings of laughter echoed across the shop. At least Hull is here to help, he thought, and not one of those unruly officers that would jump on the helpless recruit with both hands armed with tazers.

Suddenly, his senses fired up on alert. Out of the corner of his eye, he spied a patron at a corner table dressed in a black trenchcoat, and donning a strange helmet. Not LPI issued, he thought. The stranger walked over to the prone recruit. From its gait, Seymore surmised that this person must be a woman, at least it glided and swayed like a woman. She gave the prone recruit a kick, giggled and then returned to her seat which lay at the furthest end of the cafe. The sound of her lilting voice confirmed it. Definitely a woman. In her hands, lay the source of Seymore's alarm. A small cube with a menacing glow lay inside her grasp. She cradled the object with the same care that a mother gives her child.

Seymore looked intently on that object. That glow. It looked familiar. Could it be some sort of Nomad creation?

Seymore slowly unfastened the holster at his hip, and left his hand hovering closeby. He didn't want to appear overly aggressive, but he knew from experience that he better be prepared for anything.

Now, how to get's Hull's attention....

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