When Radclyffe threw that paper ball at Wolfe, O'Connor pretended to be focused on some important thoughts. Then he turned around (so Julia wouldn't see his face) and smiled. Once Radclyffe left, O'Connor took the last sip from the glass and left too. Speinding too much time in the bar was not for him, and he still had some work to do.
Emily smiles within in her head, but tried not in reality. Emily moved some of the folders to allowing David to get more comfortable. Emily allowed her eyes to close again, only to be disturbed by Julia shaking her arm.
" Emily !" Julia said loud enough to make Emily open her eyes.
Emily shook her head
" Uh ? Wh' ? " Emily said awakening from a mid sleep.
David looked at Emily, noticing how exhausted she looked.
" Get some sleep Emily, I'll see you tomorrow morning" Julia said with a firm voice. Emily nodded and raised from her seat, grabbing all the folders into a pile before leaving
Unfortunately, Scott Robinson came into the bar a little too late to get in on what happened. He walked up to the bar and ordered an orange juice, which was usual for him, and a grilled chicken sandwich, which wasn't. As soon as the food was ready he scanned his card and found an empty table away from all the excitement going on in the bar.
Robinson was still working on the holographic presentation he was working on during his last visit, though it was noticeably more complete now and had schematics of the Guardian and Executioner, in addition to the Avenger. It also included various specs, including maximum takeoff weight and top atmospheric speed.
Scott was a person one would normally associate with artistic talent, but it was often something he did in his spare time, and he was fairly good at it.
Just got back off leave. You gotta love family. As with anything if you don't love it you're gonna hate it. I love what I've learned with the service. No matter how much you want to just blast the things that piss you off, there are rules. You gotta respect that. I like having rules. My uncle used to say if there weren't any rules, we'd all be up in trees flinging our own crap at each other. He was a character, to say the least.
I confiscated some random stuff that was packed in with some contraband. The crook said it was an antique. He called it a "rubix cube". I've been playing with it here at the bar for a while. I thought I had it figured out earlier. Two sides done!, then for some reason, it all went to hell. I gotta get this thing into evidence, before I order another glass of juice...
After being away for a some time, Tharog walks into the bar again. He has a new even fancier uniform, yet he is clearly very sad. He orders a Liberty Ale it sits down, every now and then he sighs.
With all of the recent excitement about recruits, idiots, and other annoying things, Scott clearly didn't have much time to himself. Since things seemed calm, and nobody wanted him for some reason, he decided to come into Ortega's.
Scott had noticed a strange increase in his work load in recent weeks, so he had a lot of paperwork and otherwise to catch up on in his downtime. He also didn't have time to work on his ship's engine, which, being from Pittsburgh, was a duty placed at his feet constantly. He enjoyed it greatly.
On his computer screen showed a spreadsheet containing the latest training roll, which he was filling in. He had made it publicly viewable to all agents, with a strict warning that any tampering would result in his and later High Command's wrath.
A loud slam was heard in the docking bay, which sounded exactly like a ship manually landing, which also meant that the ship was not of Liberty construction. In fact, it was a Kingfisher, Robinson's latest project. He had it commissioned for the purposes of training, but he was a big fan of it.
Roughly ten minutes after this rather loud landing, Robinson walked into Ortega's wearing his preferred non-flightsuit attire, a gray jacket and khaki pants. His computer was also present.
Once settled down with his usual entrees, Robinson got to work. He was typing documents for the Combat Training department, which he headed. The usual paperwork followed.
Julia stumbled in the bar door way, she had slipped on some grease earlier and hurt her leg. She then ordered a Sidewinder Fang and limped over to Scotts table.
"Hello Robinson, how are your little projects going and is the new training program working as you expect?"
She then took a seat opposite and took out a datapad to review some sensor logs.
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