Of the Condor

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The White Rose Bar (Translated to English from Gallic)r, Planet Quillian, 22:00 Hours Local Time

Kell reclined at his table in the corner of the bar, drinking his scotch.

Where's that Black Marketeer? He thought, surveying the crowd, searching for his target.

Noticing a young woman matching his target's description by the bar itself, Kell got up and headed towards her.

Placing a hand on his concealed sidearm as a precautionary measure, Kell moved up behind his target, slowly so as to not attract any attention to himself, knowing the Gallic Royal Police were watching this bar for potential Council collaborators. Though a Sirian operative was the last thing they would have expected, especially not one as skilled as himself.

He took a seat next to her and asked "Can I buy you a drink?"

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