Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Lucend]

A tall, lanky Corsair walked through the doors and stopped at the bar-desk.

"Alsono! Amigo! my usual please." The Barman grumbled and opened the icebox, mixed the Brandy milkshake and set it on the counter. He knew better than to mess with the Brotherhood.

Lucendez took his drink and sat at a table. We wanted to get all his Crete work done quickly because he was planning on traveling back to Dublin to try and knock over some BMM traders, he needed quick cash. That and he wanted to field test his new Angels, he trusted the Gaian's design, but didn't know how they would work with his homeland's glorious weapons. In short it would be interesting.

Juan's nimble fingers picked away at his data-pad as he sent the communication to the main banks and looked over weapon optimization charts. He sipped at his milkshake, he didn't like any fancy whipped cream or cherries or anything (in fact he didn't know if the bar had any of those), instead a plain white milky drink sat on the table with a little bendy straw. He had a wonderfully evil looking grin as every once in a while the thought of blasting away a new enemy with his new weapons entered his head. He didn't mind doing his work in the Boozer's Lounge, hell he was pretty sure this was the Brotherhood's office anyway, or at least might as well be. The bar rushed around him but he stayed still, looking over his pad and sipping his drink. The day would be long.

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"The thirteen saloons that had lined the one street of Seney had not left a trace. The foundations of the Mansion House hotel stuck up above the ground. The stone was chipped and split by the fire. It was all that was left of the town of Seney. Even the surface had been burned off the ground.
Nick looked at the burned-over stretch of hillside, where he had expected to find the scattered houses of the town and then walked down the railroad track to the bridge over the river. The river was there."

Osaika Moto, the Fall and Rise of a Kusari Farmer

Juan Lucendez, √ Corsair