The Bombardier's Brewery

[jammi]

Andrew Peterson stumbled through the door. The dark lines under his eyes and the drag of his feet betrayed his utter exhaustion. Thumbing a stimtab into his mouth, he wandered over to the bar.

This was his first inspection of the Brewery - he'd been meaning to visit ever since the place had opened; it had only seemed appropriate, considering the bar's namesake was that of his own wing.

An android met him with its glassy, metallic stare. "Hullo there, sah! How can I help you?" Andrew took the box of stimtabs out of his pocket and looked at the listed ingredients on the back. Nothing illegal or intoxicating.

"Why do you have my voice?" he asked with cautious bemusement.

"Couldn't rightly say, sah. How can I help you?" Andrew ground his teeth. Heads would roll for this. Just as soon as he found Bellock, there would be hell to pay...

"Just give me a cup of tea and place an order with the kitchen for beans on toast. Bill it to Services on expenses." Andrew craned his head over his shoulder to look for a vacant table. It was fairly busy inside, with Combine captains relaxing, and Services crew members attempting to get smashed.

He looked back in time to see the android expelling a jet of tea-like substance into his mug from a slot where its mouth would have been, had it been a human. "That really is disgusting, you know."

"Happy to have helped, sah," it retorted cheerfully. Andrew shook his head and left, looking for familiar faces.

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