Meallan Dagon walks into the bar and sits on a stool, right at the end of the counter. With his right hand and left shoulder completely bandaged from the last New York mission, he snapped his fingers and while reading the reports from the latest bio-technological experiments and projects within the Legion, he said:
"Give me a Blackhole Hook. And a xeener girl while you're at it."
His eyes continued glued to the reports waltzing through his data pad.