2072, July 18th 7:52PM<br/><br/>Thomas pulls up across the street from The Crown. ‘Why does Martha like this shit hole?’ he thinks to himself. Thomas is not too worried as he gets out of his beater pickup truck. The stories are still circulating about the poor sap, and his unfortunate accident, that tried to steal it last time. The tarped mound might get some attention but it could fend for itself. Thomas releases the two fly-spies to go cover the front and back doors, and proceeds across the street and into the smoky gloom of The Crown.<br/><br/>Thomas walks up to the bar and eye-balls Martha’s booth, great she is going to show up fashionably late again. “Gin and tonic, please.” Thomas says to the bartender Bruce, I think that’s his name, ‘drives a really nice Yamaha, re-built the headers myself...’ Lost in thought of the changes he made to ‘Bruce’s?’ bike, Thomas doesn’t notice the odd look the bartender gives him. The same one he gives him every time he orders a gin and tonic.<br/><br/>Thomas is in the middle of the exact calibrations he did to the Yamaha when his drink arrives. Giving the bartender a small tip, and finding the place to be standing room only. Thomas goes and finds himself a nice dark corner to stand in where he can see the door and the booth, and then proceeds to lose himself wandering the matrix checking e-mails and looking at trideos of cats.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>