<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Santiago,</span><em>First Mate and "Public Relations"</em><br/>2519, present day<br/>Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Aaron Shaw, Sheydran Corsei, Thalie Linnea, Samson Castle, Babette Lafayette<br/>Location - Last Stand Saloon, the bar<br/><hr/><br/>I liked to think it was a game me and Samson was playing against the world.  Our own version of good cop bad cop.<br/><br/>Samson was the good cop - asking questions, being all hospitable and civil-like, breaking down the rules... the rules.  I remember when there was only the one rule, "Don't lie to me."  Rule number two was years ago.  Now there's three.  I wondered how many more I would see.<br/><br/>Me, I was the bad cop.  In this case, I jumped on this Aaron Shaw.  Didn't have nothing against him.  Just being suspicious and protective is all.  But it's a move that sets up Samson, endearing himself to the man, making the man indebted to Samson, in a way, for calling me off.<br/><br/>Other times, my bad cop involves ending an existence.<br/><br/>I returned Thalia's smile with a grin of my own followed by a wink, then escorted her and her redheaded friend to the bar, offering my elbows in a most proper fashion.  Having two lovely ladies on my arms would get the crowd's attention on me and off Samson.  I asked the bartender for the good stuff I knew he had, and kept an eye on everyone.<br/><br/>Almost didn't notice a young man... or woman... couldn't tell from this angle.  He... no, she... yeah, she... she blended into the crowd real good in terms of her appearance and demeanor.  Something familiar about her.<br/><br/>Noticed another young lady going up to Samson, asking about him and the ship.  Hopefully, the ship gets repaired quick and we have a crew, passengers and maybe some cargo ready to leave right away.<br/><br/><br/>