At loose ends for the evening, Zinda wandered into Top Gun Bar & Grill to see what was happening. The time-displaced ace pilot didn't have much going on right now and while this wasn't a real bar in her eyes, it wasn't bad.
Out of her usual black, she looked almost normal in slacks and blue, off the shoulder sweater. It was the look in her eyes that set her apart from the usual crowd, as well as the gun tucked in the small of her back.
She settled at the bar, ordered a beer and swiveled around to check out the action. Sometimes there were familiar faces, friends and enemies. The first she'd greet with a smile and a beer. The second, just the beer.
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