-The Drunken Junker Pub-

[TFinnegan]

A monolith of steel and brass slides up from the floor just inside the front door.
Declan MacTavish punches a code and it's door hisses open.
There are a hundred or so similar squares cut into the floorboards there.
He points into the weapons locker, large enough for a man to step fully into.
"There." he rumbles. "That'll hold anythin' you can put in 'ere, an' noone can get at it but me."
"Safe as sleeping, mate." He smiles broadly. "Free o' charge."

With a knowing smile, he taps a floor-to ceiling scanner set into the walls on either side of the great brass door.
"An' don't go thinkin' this 'ere spy-eye didnt pick up every scrap of lint in yer pockets."
Dekker leans back, grinning and crossing his arms. Muscles creaking like wet rope.
"No trouble will befall ye here. That's a promise. 'Less o' course ya want some..."
He inclines his head "An' I can deliver that free o' charge as well."
He points up at the ceiling, and light flashes off of what appear to be a pair of Barrager mk5 turrets.
Painted black, huge, and capable of opening the hull of a ship, they lurk there, hidden by vents and tubing.

"Dekker!" Finn's shout is commanding, but not overloud. "Quit showin' off, lad. I fink 'e gets 'yon point."
Tim shakes hands with his commanding officer and beams a smile at the stranger.

Murphy dashes out the door with a smirk and nod to Dekker.
"Later, Dek."he says as he passes.

Tess aproaches Finn, whispers something into his ear, and heads down the back hall toward the offices.
Finn continues to stand, smiling at the stranger.

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