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The doors by the bouncers open suddenly let it in a gush of fresh air, with it comes a beautiful young girl hitting the buttons of a small electronic device. She arrives late, but she always do. With her eyes fixed on the display she makes some fun noises and gestures as a result of her concentration, while crossing the bar toward the barman. With her careless stride, she collides with one of the UN officers who are heading to the restroom. The man gives her both an apology and a compliment, but the girl just resumes her balance and continues on her way. Then the officer puts his eyes at her precious bum and makes some gestures to the table where his partners begin a loud gabble.

Once at the bar the girl takes a chair and asks the barman for a shot. Liquor is poured in small cup to rim while the girl traches a perfect place to take a break from the game. She takes the cup and downs it in one gulp. Then she turns and glances at the people around her. Some of them seem familiar, but for now she is content ordering another shot and continues with her saved game.

The two bouncers stare at the man entering at the place. The reason is that he´s taller (and bigger) than any of them. He also seems to be a thug because of his hard features partially covered by a big moustache.

Jason Taverner goes through the doors without any complaint from both bouncers. The man, dressed like a civilian is looking for any familiar faces, but it seems that he doesn´t find any.

This is a mistake. Thinks Jason. I shouldn´t be here.
He takes a look to the clock on the wall opposite to the bar. And I´m fucking late...

Then he goes right to the barman and ask for mineral water, for taking two pills. His headache is getting worse and worse tonight.
Sitting next to him there´s a young girl, playing some portable game. Jason looks for a second at her. She´s cute, but she seems like a child in comparison with his height.

Buff... don´t think about it. Do you remember why are you here? You have to fix this misunderstanding.

Jason asks the barman about Sgt. Chard. Maybe he knows him...

Shane hands the pilot, Helena, a chair and then calls over to the large man who just entered.

"[color=#0000FF]Say Buddy, we're all here waiting on the Sergeant as well - why don't you pull up a chair and join us.[/color]"

He then addresses everyone assembled telling them what he knows about the security trouble at the Tri-plan research station. "[color=#0000FF]Looks like about the right size for an investigation team don't you think?[/color]"

Frye realizes that the last save is gone. It must have been deleted when that officer bumped in to her.

Taverner approaches to the table and takes a seat near the man who has called him, joining the other people. The chair is uncomfortable. Too small.

He stares at the others, they look like military, and that makes him feel nervous.

I´m Jason Taverner. Professor Taverner, in fact. Consultant in geological matters for Tri Plan Enterprises...

And I´m not sure why am I here. I´m a civilian, a scientist. I have no experience working in the field, I should be an external consultant, nothing more...

Shane shakes his hand, "[color=#0000FF]Hey pleased to meet you, Shane McArthur. Well I'd bet that once we get down there you'll be far more useful than a grunt like me![/color]"

Mario arrives silently.

He's been late because of a neverending phone call to his mother, the brazilian widow of a fisher from Madeira who dissapeared on a sea storm several years ago. Now, everytime he calls her, she's trying to convince him about the convenience of marrying his girlfriend. He hasn't had the courage to tell her that they split just a week before he volunteered for this Anctartic mission.

She never understood the benefits that this asignement will gave him, his military career will greatly benefit of this, not for talking about being paid four times the ordinary salary while on duty. Maybe 6 months is too much waiting time, specially when the relationship was previously damaged by another 6 months on duty on the NATO Angola Earthquake Relief Mission.

Anyway, there's nothing he can do now, as her father said "The sea is full of fishes", probably he'll find another girl when he got back to his beloved Madeira to serve on the Funchal headquarter he's asigned to.

He walks silently as he orders a cup of tea with a cloud of milk and enough extra sugar to feed all the ants on the Amazon Jungle.

I payed attention to Professor Taverner's speech. I can undertand that he is feeling somewhat "out of place" in this military area and under the martial regulations. I feeled also the same when my company's services started to be hired to the UN military forces. But you get used to be under a martial law. In the army, some of the people are OK, like Shane for instance, but some of then are not at all. In fact I appretiate there is some civilians joining the crew.

I gave him a brief smile. Ms. Vázquez just told us something about Tri Plan, but I do not want to tell so much until the sergeant Chard appears. In fact the sergeant should be responsive to inform us all.

[color=#800080]Professor Taverner, I think we are here to help your company. Your company seems to need us and thus we are called into this meeting. Same as you. Your role in this mission should be revealed soon. By the way, my name is Helena Zajic. [/color]

The hot coffee warms my body and awakes my sleepy and tired mind. I drink again and placed the mug in front of me while I watch around in the cantine trying to guess who will be the others participants in this mission.

I appreciate your concern, Miss Zajic, but this is a matter I want to discuss directly to Sgt. Chard... Says the professor, with his voice trembling.

It´s weird to see such a large man as Taverner so nervous...

A shadow crossed the face of the girl for a moment, her expression became clearly upset as she hit the buttons on her little machine.

Damn it! What happened to this shit?

She closed the application and proceeded to initialize an operating system console, browsed a few seconds until she found the logs of the game.

Chance is in itself the proof of the existence of God, nothing is casual, so tell me now devil machine ... what you've done to my save?!

When she realized that she couldn't recover it again, or not at least in that place and not without die trying, she gave up and turned the device off. She held out her hand and and took the second shot of alcohol waiting at the bar table. She drank it on one sip and put the small glass down with a loud thump. At her side hung a worn leather bag, she slipped the lid up and took out a purse decorated with small cars and colored clouds, she took out a note and put it under the glass and withdrew from the bar.

She walked with casual steps towards the table where the large man who just arrived at the bar a few moments ago had sat down. Her cheeks flushed instinctively, in part by the effects of alcohol and by the social interaction she was about to begin.

And here I am again in front of a lot of new people. I wish I could adapt to them easily, perhaps by plugging to one of their ports and installing my divers in their Kernell. I'm not a complicated girl... and certainly my drivers would be open source.

Excuse me! - her sweet voice draws the attention of the people around the table - Hi guys! I just accidentally overheard you were waiting for Chard. Well...I´m too. May I join you?- And there was her dazzling smile, with the right amount of shyness, innocence and naivete  to shake the foundation of any man.

From the corner of her eye she sees the man who bumped into her earlier come running out from the restroom. He looks pale. He runs over to his friends and drags two of them with him back towards the restroom.

Here, said Peter moving a chair for Dannii.

Please take a seat with the rest of us. We're all waiting for Sgt. Chard. I'm Peter.

Getting up from her table, Camilla pushes the closest table to the first one. "Now we´ll have space enough." She nods at Frye coming to the table. "Hi there chica! Welcome to our meeting. Now we only need to know why we are here...or rather where we´re going."

There´s still no sign of anyone from Tri-Plan and none of the guests at the bar looks like an official who might know what´s going on. The guys at the bar quiet down somewhat and a couple of them leaves towards the restroom, close to the entrance.

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 Lorelei wrote:

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Cita:

Not long in the Army, I think, Miss Vasquez, says Peter reading her name in her tab.

Not having the faintest idea where in hell (literally) you're going to be sent is business as usual in the Army, I fear. Don't worry, you'll get used to it.

Are we going to be in danger? Why are this security officers here. - I ask

-Thanks peter, and the rest too, thanks. People know me as Dannii... Nice to meet you all.

The girl sat down and turned tense, looking timidly figures of people who were around her without making contact with their gazes.

The Russian guy said something that Dannii could hardly understand, then noticed the UN official who were worried about something at his table, there was the man who hit her a few minutes ago. Something happened to them and in some ways for the girl she found it easier to focus on those distant men by people who were around. Although anyone can think that the girl wanted to flirt with that officer, but if so, Dannii would be the first to be surprised.

Cita:

Peter looks at Dimitri as if looking to a man from Mars.

Danger?, he repeats. Where do you think you are, techie, the Salvation Army? Of course there'll be danger!, that's what we are here and not the top brass.