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[Wednesday was off to an unusual start. It was a decent hour or two into the new day, and yet there was no advertisement. In fact, the 1st floor basement was completely locked off and secured; no "away message" posted on its entrance or via codec message.
Its caretaker, #893, was instead at the lounge area on the higher floors, seated comfortably at the bar. The lighting was rather dim, the faint smell of smoke and booze wafted in the air. Save for the jukebox playing a rather smooth jazzed version of the theme, the surroundings were quite idle.
In fact, the last few times he was here, sorrows were being drowned away over the situation with Khary... and again when Nastasha was absent. In this instance, Drebin's claim was in pondering whether to enjoy the ignorant bliss of the nexus... or escape as mysteriously as he had entered.]
Its caretaker, #893, was instead at the lounge area on the higher floors, seated comfortably at the bar. The lighting was rather dim, the faint smell of smoke and booze wafted in the air. Save for the jukebox playing a rather smooth jazzed version of the theme, the surroundings were quite idle.
In fact, the last few times he was here, sorrows were being drowned away over the situation with Khary... and again when Nastasha was absent. In this instance, Drebin's claim was in pondering whether to enjoy the ignorant bliss of the nexus... or escape as mysteriously as he had entered.]