The man from on top of the train that Irene saw wrestling with chief officer Jardin was casually drinking a beer within a bar at the Harlington District. He was known as James Palmer and he was waiting to meet someone there regarding some unfinished business. The bar was small, but full of life of drinking patrons who wanted to forget about there troubles. James didn't like to drink but he knew the importance of keeping a low profile. Many men were looking for the credits placed on his head. The Capitol stated that they wanted him dead or alive for "Undisclosed Reasons". That thought always brought a smirk to the man's face, the Capitol didn't want to admit that they were afraid he may come and kill them. To James, all who abuse their power of authority needed to end up dying by his hand... one by one. A man with short light brown hair, a cybernetic left eye, a grey vest, a white undershirt, dress pants, and dress shoes aproached and sat next to him on the ajacent stool. He adjusted his tie to have some more slack in it and ordered a beer.742Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeeEL17Mtvo
"Good to see you James, see you haven't got yourself killed yet" the man flatly stated. James looked at the man blankly and asked him his typical question "Have you found Jardin yet Greg?". Greg remained quiet for a moment and took a sip of his beer. Afterwards he asked "You need to let this go James, its been two days and your becoming to much a recognizable presence here in this town." James was like a dog with a bone though, he was going to get his man no matter what. "You let me worry about that" Then he leaned forward and tapped his index finger against the counter between him and Greg to emphasize his point. "But I'm not leaving this town without Jardin getting what he has coming". The two men's eyes met in almost a staredown type fashion until Greg broke it. "Aw hell, your gonna drag me down with you know" Greg retorted. James smirked and said "That's a chance I'm willing to take". Greg then hit James on the shoulder in a hard playful manner "You asshole". They then both then shared a chuckle over the situation.742Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLbTm97mnS0
Greg then took a swig of his beer and told James that he doesn't know where Jardin is but his sources have told him that he has an old war buddy in town named Micheal Freeman. Starting with him may be a good way for James to go if he wanted to find Robert Jardin. James raised a brow "General Freeman? I served as his platoon's medic for a little while back". James remembered him well, he was a mountain of a man standing at six feet three inches tall and was just built like a wall of meat. Greg smirked "Not to late to back out now if you got any sense". James took out a small antiseptic wipe from one of his vest pockets and wiped the edge of his mug clean where he had drank from and smirked right back at Greg "Not a chance, sooner or later he was going to end up on my radar anyways. Guess unfortunately for him it's sooner". James then walked out of the bar and left Greg to his drink. Just as soon James left the bar he felt the distinct feeling of a pistol's silencer pressed up against his temple.742Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlYSlGQdUvL
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