Tobias and a few burly construction workers stroll through the now deserted bar, examining the renovation work. A few of the men poke and prod and the various bits and pieces, checking for stability and whatever else.
“This should be a piece o’ cake, half the work is already done for ya. Now I don’t wanna hear any more excuses, I have a deadline ta meet.” Says Tobias, unfurling blueprints across the bar. “The security scanners at the doors cost more than you lot combined, so don’t screw ‘em up! If just one fella strolls in with a blaster, explosive or anythin’ else wit’out settin’ off every bloody alarm in this place, I could be floatin’ outta ‘ere.”
“Don’t worry Mr. Banks, my men are the best in the business. We’ll have this place up and running in no time.” Says the foreman, adjusting his toolbelt and probably cursing his boss under his breath.
“And one more thing. If I catch you or any of your lads going through any of the crates labeled ‘stock’, I’ll ‘ave ya. Nothin’ short of theft, so get ‘em to mind their own business. Now, chop chop. We don’t 'ave all day. I’ll be in me room if somethin’ crops up.”
Banks strolls towards the exit, stopping for a moment to stare down one of the workers before hanging up a sign and exiting.
-=UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT=-
Entrance to the construction site is permitted for authorized personnel only. Opening soon!
