Sunbucks Cafe

[Talbott]

"hell of a joke, don't you think frank?"

Fort Bush Infirmary


"It woulda been funnier if he had gotten the real stuff, not that bootleg white lightning. You're damn lucky that you didn't go blind, I had a third cousin that went mule-crazy on rotgut like that."

Frank sat down on a convenient chair. "So the Doc shot you up with a general alcohol suppressant and a detox serum that should take care of the infection from that booze. Guess some Cryer whizz-kid found a chemical that hyper-metabolizes alcohol and neutralizes it before it hits the bloodstream. You'll be stone cold sober for the next 48 hours, only downside is you'll have to piss like a racehorse if you do drink any booze."

He stood up and adjusted his belt. "If you'll take some advice from a fellow recruit, stay away from the bar side of the Sunbucks. Stick to coffee for now. Now if you don't mind I'm heading back to the Cafe."

Sunbucks Cafe, Fort Bush

Frank could tell a standoff when he saw one. He didn't bother to enter the Cafe. Instead he took up a concealed position by the door, flicked the retention strap on his shoulder holster out of the way and watched the drama inside unfold from a convenient window.

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The Austin Clan: George Austin, GMG Paramilitary Ensign; Frank Austin, LPI Recruit Officer