Link was correct in his assumption, it was a rather nasty dive bar. The interior was heavily invested in decorations involving mangled pieces of metal. On the wall right behind the bartender was a mounted head of a rather spooky reptilian creature. It was attached on a nice mahogany plaque, the outside of it was gilded in chains. The various booze choices stood behind on a rack which looked as if it was stolen from some labratory.

On the right of the barstool was a large blast-door that was vandalized into having several squatter symbols on it. The bartender stared at Link as she peered at the small stage which was being prepared for a local punk band. It was being handled by an gorilla.

She glanced back at Link, "Chateu Romani? That milk one, yea, we go-" She found herself interrupted as there was a loud pounding against the blast-door. A skeletal figure appeared from the restroom situated next to it, and began the complicated fiddling of opening the door.

Emerging from it was a torso of a man in black armor, who had a pair of legs sticking out from his cylinder like helmet. As soon as this figure rolled out, the skeletal creature quickly shut back the door.

The bartender stared at Link, "Basement. Yeah, things happen there. Anyway yeah we got that."
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Agent Smith just stared at Bee as he adjusted his tie. He reached into his suit as he checked the envelope he had earlier. He quickly returned it as he gave a nod at Bee. "It isn't too time sensitive, that I couldn't spare the time to give you a tour." He glanced at Bee for a moment. "So you hungry? Before I get you your proper ID card, I could go for a bite. I'll show you the cafeteria." He said with a nod a he began heading over there.