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The fallout frontier wrote:"Unfinished business?" Ivan chuckled. "Whatever floats yer boat. Just don't go expectin' us to go to extra lengths to finish said business on the mission. I sure as hell don't want to stay in the Mire longer than I need to be."

"There's a bar in the city. No doubt they serve all sorts of alcoholic beverages," Holmes added. "It's called the Bootlegger's Tavern, 'round the southernmost edge of the market circle. It's certainly not the most hospitable watering hole in Appalachia, but it serves good booze."

"We can give it a look while we're making preparations before leaving Morgantown," Ivan suggested.

"Insurance?" Holmes smirked. "I like your initiative, kid. You know your stuff." Holmes handed Lilith 150 caps. "This doesn't count the bonus may recieve for a job well done."

"So shall we get going?" Ivan gestured towards the door.

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Marcy takes notice of Lilith admiring the Bowie knife from the counter, and reaches to her side instinctively. She stops though, remembering she had lost her combat knife a couple of years ago. Or was it a couple of decades? Regardless, it's gone and she's itching to get a new one. But that's a side concern. Her main concern is the job. And maybe learning more about her murky past while she's at it. She shudders at the thought of a settlement in the Mire. Who in there right mind would try to rebuild civilization there, of all places? Even the name creates an atmosphere of fear and mystery.

But none of that matters. She has a job to do, and she's going to do it. She stands up and grabs her Hunting Rifle, slinging it over her shoulder. She looks over at Ivan.

Marcy Josephine - "Of course. I need me a whiskey."

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