As Waywalker, jumped into his drone, fly inside the small bar. The place, at first glance, looks most unparticular, in fact it looks like a classic German "Kneipe". However, once inside, a subtle atmosphere distills the impression that the guests are far from the usual drunks, but like connoisseur. Indeed, the drinks are pretty fancy, and often mention the uses of either magical compound (micro drams of reagents) or strange chemical products.
Actually, one of the rare patrons of the place (it is quite late in the evening, during a week day), an obviously tired Ork, wearing working clothes, stirs his drink: a bubbly, fluorescent blue mixtures, releasing some strange purple ooze, slowly forming a strange new layer on top. Eyes half closed, the ork smells his drink and a let a large smile appear, giving him a very strange, innocent look. Before the drone moves away, the Ork takes a sip, and put back his drink, clearly satisfied, on the table. In this brief moment, the feeds reveals the logo of AG Chemie on his outfit.
Moving past this first customer, Waywalker's drone goes straights to the roof, and pass through the impressive collection of bottles behind the bar. While the runners should probably be more focusing on the people inside the bar, most of them can not but stop to notice some label - either because of the quality and the age of its content, or because of its very improbable presence. Many of the flasks would look more appropriate in a chemist lab, than in a "Kneipe".
If there is a couple more patrons in the bar, a quick glance through the video feeds reveals them to be as mundane as the ork. One man with a leather jacket is drinking a beer at the end of the counter, while a woman in her late forties appears to be silently enjoying the second glass of wine that the barman just brought her.
The barman, quickly sneaking back behind his counter, appears to be a bit less dull than his patrons. Human male in his late fifties apparently, despite gray hair and receding hairline, the man is still pretty muscular, and move quite smoothly. He also an apparent red (left) cybereye, which clearly dates back from the 50's. All of this gives me a rather "badass" attitude, which is only balance by the large smile is giving to his customer while delivering the drinks...
Waywalker is still gathering intel on the bar, while the Shogun spirits return and reports to Rex, using their mental connection - no spirit presence, neither any special magical devices or security. Some bottles do have a strong aura in the astral, as they contains reagents in many liquid forms, but nobody - especially the barman with his darkened aura, appears to be awakened. The Shogun could not spot any concealed individuals. However is aware of this potential lead to Bernie's location is clearly not here.... yet.
"Hey, Arnd, pour me an other one", suddenly says the man at the counter, unexpectedly suppressing the lack of human exchange, in the Kneipe, where a low quality amp broadcasting retro punk from the last decade, where the only sounds accompanying the ones of the glasses... Just nodding, Arnd turns to a bottle and starts preparing a new drink....
