On Fri, 21 Mar 2008 08:04 +0000 (GMT), Megan Robertson <<a href="mailto:mcrobertson@cix.compulink.co.uk">mcrobertson@cix.compulink.co.uk</a>> wrote:<br><div class="gmail_quote"><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.8ex; padding-left: 1ex;">
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> "See you in 3." Montez will flip off his comm and turn to his<br>
> companions; "Ok, no joy getting in touch with the captain's party<br>
> and Kriger couldn't get through to Sir Jace. So.... we'll hustle<br>
> over to one of the starport bars and compare notes with Kriger. We<br>
> can decided what to do from there."<br>> Montez will start heading back towards the starport to whatever bar<br>
> had caught his eye that they were going to use as a rendezvous.<br>
Tag along.<br>
</blockquote></div><br>And a fine spacers bar it is. The music is loud, the beer wet and cold, and the wait staff are all young and good looking, even if they all appear to be human.<br><br>You grab a table and right as you flag down a perky blue eyed brunette who says her name is Alyce, Krieger swaggers in sits down at your table.<br>