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?" "Let's chat once we've reached that bar," Carrhae replied crytically. 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?" "It takes more than a flashbang to hurt me," Matthew said with a crooked grin. "Other than my ears still ringing and a headache, I seem to be fine," Carrhae replied. Then, "Marcus, how do we reach the bar you suggested?" she asked the retired admiral. "At the end of this street we take a right, then go around the circle to the 3rd right and it is in the middle of the block. " "Matthew, are you up to driving?" she asked. "Yes," he told her, waiting for them to climb back into the vehicle. "Not as sexy as your Ferrari, Marcus. But it'll get us there." (response) \ -- ***** Randy, AKA Admiral Matthew Brennan Ryan Thompson Khre'Riov Ael t'Khllrenz, Ambassador, RSE Spacedock
