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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Keia" data-source="post: 973828" data-attributes="member: 98">Swede's Place parking lotGoldsboro, North Carolina2:15pm, Late Spring 2003The bartender nodded to Durant’s request and began getting the requisite bottles and glasses.  In addition to the quiet music playing from some out of the way speakers in the bar, the bartender had a scanner on just softly enough that someone could only here it listening for it.  Years of being a nearby base bar had taught the owner who doubled as the bartender to listen to the frequency usually used by the military police.  The bartender then gave the high sign to his regulars that the MP’s were on the way, and the police only carted away the newbies.Funny that Durant should remember that as he reached the front door, especially upon hearing the stray word ‘Donovan’ from the scanner behind the bar – the very same scanner that was usually tuned to the MP’s frequency.___________________________Lt. Reed got out of the car after parking it out of open sight and made her way to the bar door.  Donovan and Ilianov had made it to the door ahead of her, and Reed paused outside to take a quick scan down the streets and parking lots near the bar.  The inside of the bar looked the same as always to those that had had the pleasure of being here before – dimly lit, reasonable prices, quiet and unassuming, unless you knew when to be there.  There was another exit at the rear of the bar – past the restrooms, and a much less known exit behind the bar and through the storage room that was concealed from notice on the outside.The bar only contained about a half-dozen patrons in addition to that of a certain Lt. Commander Craig Durant who was at the door as it opened.OOC: Donovan, Durant, Ilianov</blockquote>

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