Dec 02, 2006 20:26
The restaurant Tycho has suggested is, of course, perfect. Arrangements such as decorations, food, and the management putting up with a large and potentially noisy crowd of pilots has been dealt with (some in more legal ways than others - Wedge figures any idiot that tries to hit him up for 'protection' money deserves to get his face dented by the heavy end of a blaster).
So now, Wedge waits in the mostly empty restaurant, in neat civilian dress, trying not to fret himself into an early grave.
This has to go right.
It just has to.