Marco walked through the streets. Night had fallen by now, and he gazed at the towering skyscrapers that formed the concrete maze he'd lived in. The shop had been the only thing tying him down, and it was dying. So long as the guys he'd left in the bar could get him off world, he couldn't care less if they made off with his entire stock. Ever since his father had been arrested, his worst fear had been dying on Frixion. If the wretched slum he lived in was the only life he was destined to live, he didn't want to live.

He strolled into the VR arcade/bar. Called "Han's Bar" and located just a few feet away from being completely under the drawbridge, it was a gathering point for the city's rougher elements. He was tempted to play some of the games there, but right now, he needed to set things up for leaving Frixion. He took a seat at the bar, motioning to the barkeep.

[color=fff200]"Marco."[/color] The bartender said, nodding. He was polishing a mug. The dishrag was so dirty that it didn't seem that mug was going to get any cleaner. If Marco had been contemplating buying a cold one, he wasn't anymore. [color=fff200]"What're you here for?"[/color]

[color=00a651]"Just business. Have you seen Tony?"[/color] He asked. Marco had inherited all of his father's business contacts. Mostly raw supplies people. The materials for his weapons had to come from somewhere. The guy who he went through acquired it through...Well, Marco had no idea where they were from, but he wasn't sure it was legal.

[color=fff200]"Yeah, he's right there."[/color] The barkeep said. Sure enough, Tony was right next to them...And a woman with too many teeth had a spike to his throat. She was pretty, but Marco was a bit too worried about what those hands could do to have that sort of thing on his mind, especially if the large collection of bottles she was saving was any indication. The bartender was still polishing the mug. This was a normal night in the slums of Frixion prime.

[color=00a651]"Nice spikes."[/color] He nodded at her, before following Tony to the table.

[color=ed1c24]"Marco! My friend!"[/color] The man said, wrapping the young man in a bear hug. He was clearly a little drunk and clearly still worried about Alexis. [color=ed1c24]"You have your gauntlets on you, r-"[/color]

[color=00a651]"Yes."[/color] Marco said. It was known that he was well versed in combat from his father. Running a gun shop, you needed someone to hand out free samples to customers that didn't want to pay.

[color=ed1c24]"Good, good. Shame about your dad. What can I do you for?"[/color] Tony asked, taking a seat in the booth in the corner of the bar. Marco sat down across from him.

[color=00a651]"I'm selling the shop."[/color] He said.

[color=ed1c24]"Don't mince words, do you? That's sudden."[/color] Tony said, sipping his beer.

[color=00a651]"It's not making much money. Dad trained me as an enginner, not a businessman. I'm going offworld."[/color] Marco said.

[color=ed1c24]"Right now? There's a travel ban, you know."[/color] Marco's dealer said.

[color=00a651]"Like that stops anyone. You can get me a guy if I get off Frix, right?"[/color] Marco asked.

[color=ed1c24]"Well, sure, but I can't help you. I do materials, not human trafficking."[/color] Tony continued.

[color=00a651]"That's fine. I've got a riWhat the hell."[/color] Marco said. The TV in the bar was taken over by a picture of a brunette with twintails and glasses. She might have been cute, except she had the smarmiest expression he'd ever seen.

[color=ed1c24]"Bah, some hacker. Anyways. Get off world, then contact me."[/color] Tony said. Marco nodded, then got up.

[color=00a651]"Nice seeing you. Next time I see dad, I'll tell him you said hi."[/color] Marco said, taking out his phone and hammering a text out to Giggles and Colin.

[color=00a651][i]"Get away from the Five-0 okay? What's with the babe on the screens?"[/i][/color] He wrote.

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