-The Drunken Junker Pub-

[TFinnegan]

"Wish I could say, lad. Oi cannae put me finger on it, but summin' bout th' lass is ringin' me bells, aye?"
Finnegan shrugs. and peers at his cards.

Tess, staring intently at her datapad walks over to the Congressman, and standing behind him, places a hand on his shoulder and leans down to whisper into his ear. Her manner is terse and troubled.

Finn's eyes pop clean open, and he tosses his cards to the table.
"Fold." he says as he ratchets himself upright on his cane.
Tess backs off, a look of worry creasing her brow.

"Doc," Finn begins, "looks like me lad Murphy ran afoul o' some bloody Keepers near Rochester." His visage lowers into a strong glare.
"Ye may wanna send some o' yer medical personnel tha' way. There's gonna be some hurtin' an' sure. I bloody promise it."

As he storms off toward the door, he snaps his fingers and many of the patron's heads turn.
"Saddle up, lads! Au Gordonnach! Thanam an Dhul!"
Drinks, dice, and dames scatter in the scramble as the Gordons of Inverness make for war.

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