The Ships Inn ... Wall Street Station, Honshu

[Fellow Hoodlum]

"Hello Sophie, hows it going darling ?"
Jay sat down at his favourite stool slipping his jacket onto the next one.
"See its a little quiet here, then again all the guys and gals are busy everywhere else at the mo, so no great
shakes, keep the other people in the building happy anyway." ...
Sophie looked radiant as always.
"Ok Jay, you know me, always ways to get the punters in here and spending the creds. We aren't making a
loss, the happy hour time is always kicking. Newark staff know how to drink." ...
Jay smiled at the thought. She was a smart cookie when it came to marketing, thats why he has stolen her from
Manhattan when they had moved, and paid her rather well for just a bar manager.
"Ok love, you do what you do best, and any other traders popping past, make em welcome as always. Anyways
must get back to Cambridge, the poo's hit the fan again."
Sophie smiled knowingly.
"And my dear, if Winter shows his face in here, keep him off the juice. He seems to be back into his old habits
again. Not sure what his problem is, but keep an eye on him. I like to keep those old LSF boys gainfully
employed but not at the expense of our reputation. Standards is standards, and I won't have our name dragged in the mud cause of his paranoia." ...
Jay finished the 'Bloody Corsair' flicked his peak, slipped his flight jacket on and turned to leave.
"May have re-name this 'Bloody Helghast' if it carries on." ...

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."