Agent Scott Robinson entered the bar wearing a long jacket, understandable due to the nearly foot-long scar covering his right arm. He went up to the bar and asked for a glass of water with no ice, and then went to an empty table, hoping to get some peace and quiet since his injury. He began to fill out a large stack of papers, most of them dealing with reacquisition of his flying permits and return to active service. He then pulled out a packet containing things from the LSF he may have forgotten and new policies and protocols. He then was able to enjoy his first peaceful night in nearly four months...