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<DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman, new york, times, serif">----- Original Message ----<BR>From: Pulp Hunters <t20gm@urbin.net><BR>To: Adventure during the Rim War <pulp@travellercentral.com><BR>Sent: Monday, June 2, 2008 12:46:20 PM<BR>Subject: [Pulp] 061-1000 14:15 Ridge Downport - Lone Star Bar & Grill - Kat<BR><BR>On Sat, May 10, 2008 at 3:29 PM, Bonni Feltz <<A href="mailto:bonni.feltz@gmail.com" target=_blank rel=nofollow ymailto="mailto:bonni.feltz@gmail.com">bonni.feltz@gmail.com</A>> wrote:<BR>
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<DIV>Kat beams up at the bartender and looks over at the food. She decides that after all this time, her appetite isn't quite as bad as it used to be and just orders a beer to go with the pretzels. When it comes she pays for it and then settles down at the bar and watches to see how everything will turn out.</DIV></DIV></BLOCKQUOTE>
<DIV><BR>Pretty smoothly. The deputy performs efficient interviews of the remaining people in the bar, including the bar tender.<BR>You don't hear any of them, the sound dampening in the place is still working.<BR>Nobody else is detained, and about a quarter after 14:00, the Imperial Deputy Marshall and the local security forces leave.<BR>Most the patrons find reasons to be elsewhere quickly.<BR>You are not finished with your beer at this time, and the bartender is near you. He watches them go with a scowl, "Bloody high handed Impies," is what you hear him mutter once they are out of the building.<BR>He leans in closer to you, "How did you manage to avoid getting sweeped up with your friends?"<BR></DIV>
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<DIV>OOC: Any word on Montez? He was headed into the bar as the deputies were still there.</DIV>
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