"Visiting our friends in The Order is always good for us. Well, as long as we make it there alive." Coen mused. He knew the Omicroners were skilled enough to fight the patrols they could not avoid, and avoid the patrols they could not fight.
"Well, I figure I should not be the one contacting them. They do not know my face as an Omicroner too well. Probably best if someone else shoulders that responsibility." Coen motioned to Jake Connors. "I hear he knows them."
"Well James, The Faceless I am sure would accept you. Even though they do not have an application form for you to fill out." The scotch glass needed re-filling. "Or an interview process for that matter."
"Give it some thought." The scotch glass was being re-filled to the top; straight with no ice cubes this time. "I would hate to lose you to deep space and all."