"Naranja Squiddo" bar of Estremadura Base (QC, allies and mercs)

[Emet-Selch]

"Ah damn, do we INDEED have to rewrite the entire diplomatic note by ourselves?" resounded from behind the door.

The door has opened widely with a sound as if it was kicked with a heavy military boot, and a short-haired man in glasses came in. It was look like he was going to go to a business meeting, but insted found himself right at the bottom of sea, dressed in something that could be fashionable if a fashion designer would have once combined a black tie with an underwater suit and finished the image with a pair of diamond cufflinks.

The man looked around himself and went to the bar, rattling with his boots loudly. He sat down next to the bartender, then buried his gloomy gaze in counter's covering. He was clearly showing that he was not in a correct mood for a small talk.

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Of course, the world will last for a while

[Meat32wi]

"Yes! I finally did that!"
A man in a black shirt blurts, while he was entering into the bar.
"Good Lord, just an hour before, I transported 77,000 tons of components. And it all would be easy if they laid in one place, and you just had to move it from point A to point B. But no! I had to Travel all Sirius for all of these damn details ... My god, I will have nightmares about this trip to Hudson ... "

-“Sir? Sorry to interrupt, but will you order something?” - The bartender interrupted him.

- "Oh, yes, I will drink ... Eghm ... Two "White Russians", please."

- "Just a minute, sir." - The bartender said and started pouring drinks .- "750 $, please."

- "Um, yes, here. "-Barnes said, While he was taking the drinks .-" Thank you. "

Then Alex went into the far corner and began to drink a cocktail, muttering something about rest.