...d for a moment to purchase a bottle of good wine from the storekeeperâ€™s private reserves. Normally the batarian wouldnâ€™t sell his limited stock to a human, but with their quiet understanding Jimmy had no problem getting what he wanted.
With the bottle tucked under his arm Jimmy quickly made his way down the passageway towards the transit terminal. A group of scavenging vorcha looked for a moment as if they were going to cause him a delay, but just then a couple of Blue Sun mercs turned the corner ahead and the vorcha quickly melted into the shadows. Glancing back over his shoulder Jimmy saw the armoured turians continuing on their way and he let his blaster slip back into place inside his sleeve.
The transit hub was beginning to heat up, crowds of people from any number of races were flowing to and fro, some making their way towards Afterlifeâ€™s glowing front entrance while others waited patiently for the next shuttle to arrive. Pushing passed them Jimmy strode straight towards the short salarian who was marshalling the crowd, waving his hand half in greeting and half to show he wasnâ€™t armed. Or at least that he wasnâ€™t waving his gun around.
â€śHey Schells, still cooking the books?â€ť Jimmy asked with a grin as he pulled up beside a parked hovercar.
â€śDonâ€™t say things...