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Date Posted: 13:46:25 07/06/01 Fri
Author: Mark Hale
Subject: Mark looked about the establishment....
In reply to: Javier 's message, ""Damn, that�s a FINE Starappachino!"" on 15:20:18 07/03/01 Tue

...before he finally spotted Javier in the back corner. He fumbled with a small circle of metal in his pocket, an old nervous habit. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the blond man walked to the booth in the corner.

"You Javier?" he asked, without a hint of nervousness. The man in the booth nodded and said nothing, only gesturing for Mark to join him. He continued sipping his frozen beverage through a straw, his dark sunglasses obscuring his eyes and betraying no emotion. Mark spoke again.

"Did you bring i--" Javier held up a finger, silencing Mark. Looking about, the dark-haired coffee connosieur reached into his jacket and slid something across the table. Mark picked it up wonderingly; if the small, glowing vial contained the substance he thought it did, then...

"You realize it will take me some time to analyze this and find out..."

Mark stopped as Javier's slurping drew attention from some security Maximals nearby. Still not having spoken a word, Javier stood, tossing the plastic cup into a waste disintegrator, and motioned for Mark to walk with him.

"This is going to be anything but routine...damnit Johnny, you always got the interesting ones before, but I think my luck is about to change. I hope not too much though..." At this last thought Mark fumbled with the rusted old belt buckle in his pocket once more, and walked after Javier...

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