The woman at the door was an ice-cold figure of purpose. It was Yelena, in a casual but still military-looking attire. She strode confidently into the bar, her gaze fixed straight ahead, ignoring the appreciative looks of the males she passed.
She walked straight to the bar front, pulled up a stool, and sat down next to Jimmy. Her eyes, as cold as ice, stared at the bartender.
"Come to think of it, this is the first time in years we've had customers like you fellas," the bartender said, moving to serve Yelena. "So, what can I get for you, my lady?"
Yelena offered no response, her icy stare never breaking.
"Damn, I must have dropped it somewhere," Eric muttered, patting his pockets and searching all over his body.
"What are you looking for?" Jimmy asked, watching Eric's frantic search.
"Dammit, I left my VoidBox at Atlas," Eric said, a look of regret washing over his face.
