Whatever Junebug had been about to say evaporated when Neil opened the door. Any eyebrow climing she plucked her panties from his head and stuffed them into a pocket without a word. Judging by the sheen of the fresh tattoo on his arm Neil's night had also been memorable. For a moment they stood in awkward silence before she broke in.

"Grab a shower and lets go."

The addition of silvered shooters glasses to her ensemble helped immensely Sayeeda decided as she followed the direction Lonney had downloaded to her hand set. Although not as functional as her helmet they at least kept the bright overhead lighting from boreing into her sensitive brain. They had eaten at Kamala, one of of the more or less respectable places on the edge of the Strip. The cuisine had been of a more or less asiatic flavor although meat and several vegetables were substituted with various types of the local fungus. It was pleasingly familiar to Junebug and the dum sum had proved just the thing to settle her stomach. Now they were trudging down another of the long, massive corridors. Although they appeared fairly straight careful inspection showed them to be slightly curved. That made sense in retrospect as they had to follow the vauge disc shape of the station. Instead of bars they now passed stores selling all sorts of goods and services, some of which were obvious, clothiers, weapons, electornic and some of which were not. After about ten minutes they arrived at the destinatoin Lonney had provided.

The building was nondescript with a plate glass front embossed with a stylized shield logo and the words Eron Banking Services. Pushing through the door revealed that the building was not quite what it appeared. Junebug had expected weapon scanners, cashiers behind armored glass and dozens of customers at automated terminals or waiting in line. Instead the building appeared to be the front of a small office space. A receptionist, a mousey looking brunette with skin paler than snow on some worlds Junebug had visited looked up.

"Ah Captain Cykali, you are expected in the Rose Room," she said, voice bright with artifical cheerfulness. Junebug blinked in surprise. They shouldn't be expected anywhere. This was a routine account issue. Except obviously it wasn't. Beside her she felt Neil shift his stance slightly, spreading his feet and resting his hands nonchalantly on his hips, closer by several centimeters to his weapons.

"Uhh...ok, where..." she began but the receptionist nodded down a short hallway lined with doors. The nearest one had a small plaque that read 'Rose Room' affixed to the door of synthetic wood. Without further comment she crossed the room and pulled the door open offhanded, keeping her right hand free for the grip of her pistol in her shoulder rig. Inside was a thin man with Asian features and a pair of horn rimmed spectacles that must have been an affectation, surgery to correct vision was cheap and effective in all but the most basic cultures. The room also contained a large table of shiny black stone on which coffee supplies and some sort of pastries were set up. It smelled good.

"Ah there is my holo disk thief," the man said in a strange accent, guesturing to Neil.

"Come in, come in, the coffee will get cold."

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