"And that makes twenty." Flynn throws down his hand of cards and pulls all the credits on the table to his side. "Gentleman, it was lovely. And now I'm going to buy a drink with your money if you don't mind." He stands up, putting all the credits in a small bag and walks to the bar, where he finds his companion. "Well Williams. Can I buy you one more, or are you already full after your second drink?" He let's out a snicker and drops some credits on the bar. "Two more please."

It was hot and dark on the 248th level of Earth, but it was also the place the two mercenaries felt most at home. True, the drinks weren't of the greatest quality, but at least they were affordable.
Flynn and Williams just finished a job on Earth. A simple, yet well paid job.