Gran Canaria? Tia mentioned this Planet a few weeks ago. Arlov will pay for that.Zozen was furious. I will go alone this is the only thing I can do for Yousei, its my fault. I will slaughter them all, every single of his friends, he will pay for it. Give me everything you know about his last location, otherwise I will track his russian arse down. Let us leave, we have no time to lose.
Joker rose his hand. "I know how you feel, but if you take this head on you might end up dead and we really don't need that. Darius is there already waiting for you to begin." He then stood up. "Lets move. We have things to do and people to kill. I don't want to waste time." Joker then took out his sidearm and shot the bartender in the head. "Goddamn birds. Parker's spy. Nothing to worry about now. Better leave fast if you don't want to get caught by security." He chuckled after finishing. He drank the rest of his whiskey and started moving out.
After some long and awkward pause Enma focused her look on Raven.
"I don't think you will rest here for long. Maybe it's not too polite, but I would like to ask about your further plans. After what just happened there's not need in perfect manners anyway."
Enma's voice was low enough, but Raven could hear her easily. It was too loud around for someone around to understand what they talking about.
Having disembarked from his ship only minutes ago, Rodrigo Valdez entered the Flying Dutchman. He is a man past his prime, lean but with greying head of hair and worn stare, wearing the base uniform of a Maltese Naval officer but none of the insignia.
The Outcast ordered a glass of Bajtra quietly, exchanging the credits with a nod of appreciation to the bartender and turns about to survey the room. He was supposed to be meeting somebody here.
Across the room Rodrigo spied somebody waving in his direction, a young woman sat in a booth near the far side of the Dutchman. That could be her. Though he had no idea based in fact as to what his prospective employer might look like, the woman appeared as he had imagined her to appear following their brief call to arrange the meeting, and even if he would not recognise her by sight, she probably would; the portfolio that Rodrigo had submitted had included a photo of himself. Carefully he wove his way from the bar to her table.
"Ms Farrugia?" he began, his voice characteristically soft.
"Captain Valdez, it's nice to finally meet you!" Mia replied, gesturing for him to sit opposite her, which Rodrigo duly did, unsmiling.
"Do you mind?" he asked, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and showing it to her.
"No, not at all! Whatever makes you comfortable." Pulling out a silver-plated lighter, Rodrigo lit up and took an indulgent drag on the cigarette.
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