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On Jun 6, 2013, at 11:37 AM, Anvil <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > "Have you seen our friends before?" she asked Garibaldi. > >>> "No, but I've heard some rumors about a rogue Ramesar military unit that >>> has taken to doing freelance. merc work." >>> >>> "Before they decide to return, perhaps we should be on our way," Carrhae >>> suggested. "Can you get up?" >>> >>> "I think so. I'm shaken not stirred. " >> Marcus started to get up. He struggled to maintain his balance at first, >> but was able to firm up his stance. >> >> "I guess is am mobile, but I doubt I can run marathons. ", quipped >> Marcus >> > Carrhae nodded her understanding. She, too, stood and started towards the > vehicle she and Matt had rented. "I suggest we forgo the skeet shooting for > now and find a place where we can talk without being overheard. > Suggestions?" she asked Garibaldi. > > "Hmmmm... There is a bar that should be just openning for the day that is > about 3 blocks away. the seating is in alcoves, and with it just opening it > should be empty. It's called the Nectar of the Profits" > > "I wonder Thompson has encountered any of our friends," she said aloud. > > "You brought backup?" > > Matt had remained with the vehicle, watching the area as Carrhae had checked > on Garibaldi. There didn't seem to be anyone new approaching. "You look > well, Marcus. Considering," Matthew greeted him. > > "Thanks. Doc. You, my friend, look marvelous.", he said with a big smile. > "I'm sorry to meet up like this. Anyone else hurt?" > (response) > > > -- > ***** > Randy, AKA > > > Admiral Matthew Brennan > Ryan Thompson > Khre'Riov Ael t'Khllrenz, Ambassador, RSE > Spacedock > > > >
