The room briefly explodes into a barrage of light,as the doors swing open, the intense flickering sparkle of flash guns popping heralding the arrival of forces favourite Frame-3 girl Melodia Strum, here on a morale-boosting press junket,accompanied by her escorts for the evening,a mixed gaggle of brass and diplomats.They are swiftly ushered into the elevator that will take them to the vip sanctuary above. Sven emerges from the back room,brushing splinters from his head and arms.He glances at the scene,taking in the latest arrivals,then at the hole above the bar.He shrugs and resumes dusting down his T-shirt.
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