Smugglers, Rock and Roll and the rise of the PLF

[oZoneRanger]

When Domingo walked in he was quite taken back. It had been awhile since he had seen the mood in the bar "festive" if that's what you could call it. It wasn't his thing. He had more pressing issues to worry about. It had been a while since he had pulled a cargo switch. They were always risky, and lately he was working alone.

He walked up to the Bar. "Domingo.." said the bartender as a greeting.

"Hey..." He reached into his pocket and handed over 3 more boxes of pharma. They were the last he had, and he had spent his last credits on them. He turned back around and looked at the room. Musicians were the last thing he had expected to see. "Whats this all about?"

"Had to do something...been few people around as of late ya know...Drink?"

"Na...I'm good...don't worry about it." he didn't mention he was skint."...heard anything from Lancaster?"

"Yea...hes laying low.." said the bartender grabbing a glass and filling it with ice. "Don't know if that meant he was locked up or if he is on the lame...either way...he ain't around."

Domingo scanned the room and his eyes came to rest on a fat juicy mark. " That the guy with the BWT?"
Bartender nodded an affirmation but said nothing. "Yea, Nav map glitch, he was heading to Philly station and ended up here. take him another 4 hours before its fixed."

If he was going to pull it off, he would need some interference.. "Seen the Blonde lately?". He had not seen his favorite partner in crime in many months. She had just up and vanished. But that was normal.

"Shes not really Blonde, Domingo, you know that.." The bartender pouring a tall triple into the glass half filled with ice. " but I have heard a tidbit... New dockhand that transferred from Ontario... was talking about a bar fight he had seen, mentioned a 'Pearl Handled black Stilleto' sound familiar to ya?" Finishing the sentence at the same time he finished pouring the triple. " Here, on the house" he said pushing the drink forward.

Domingo looked at the Bartender. " I can't pay for it, I can't drink it..."

The bartender was about to interrupt with a " your credits are no good here"...., but a voice from behind Domingo, beat him to it...