After a long day of patrols, fights and strange encounters, Ian Johnson finally decided to do something else than going home after duty. When he entered the Bar on Manhattan, he sighed.
"Seems to be okay here..."
He just mumbled, searching a place to sit at. As he then sat down on a stool, he ordered a water, pulling out his PDA after doing so. Reading through his messages, not the first time for today, he picked up the message of Doctor Holliday. He rubbed his forehead and sighed, scrolling up on his PDA. When he then saw, to his surprise, a rather new kind of message, he opened it and then smiled slightly.
"A promotion..huh...nice...even Lieutenant now..."
He said, nodding to himself. The day was acceptable, he thought. Even if he got shot down by a Rheinland fighter, he was lucky not to get hurt in any worse way when the pod got tractored by the Liberty Navy forces. He looked up from his PDA and looked around, maybe seeing someone he could know.
