Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190410021824/@comment-5543592-20190414172635

They entered into the club. The light was a mellow white now, and there was no music. A team of custodians were cleaning the place, sweeping up broken glass, righting furniture, generally tidying up.

Kabu Chotto sat at the bar. He'd had an extra large stool brought over to accomodate his bulk. One of his women worked the bar, making him a drink, the second sat next to him, her legs stretched across his lap.

He glanced over his shoulder at them.

"You are back." He noted. "Surprise, surprise."

The passed beneath the tower of the Think Tank. Josey only spared it the briefest of glances. That place was behind him now. There was nothing there for him.

Little lay between them and X-8  they could see large mound in the distance, upon which the X-8 facility sat, surrounded by a chainlink fence.