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[h_hollister]

A sign on the front of the pub reads thusly:

Due to issues regarding the safety of the building, H. D. Hollister's is, until further notice, closed to the public. Please call (and here is a phone number for Hippolyta's solicitor) with any questions.Nexus regulars will understand what's up. This is mainly for those 'normal' folks in 'normal'

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[the_grifter_]

"Nazis? In my bar? Oh hell no."

These Nazis are about to chow down on a thermite grenade if someone doesn't stop Cole...

[h_hollister]

Thermite grenade? In MY pub? IT'S NOT HAPPENING, BITCH.

Hips tries to PINpoint Cole out to the Nexus. Or at least to the back alley, where she is. Because damn it an infestation of Nazis is NOT LIKE ROACHES. You can't just bomb them and be done. THINK OF THE PROPERTY DAMAGE, OKAY.

[the_grifter_]

*ZOOP!*

There's a very confused Cole standing next to Hips in the alley now, still holding a live hand grenade.

"Uhhh....what the fuck just happened? And why is your bar the Third Reich?"

[h_hollister]

"I just PINpointed you out." She glances at her PINpoint first, and then Holly's remote watch second. "I've got my computer keeping an eye on the place, and saw you light up a damn grenade. Cole! You know the rules! No grenades in the pub, damn it! Or rocket launchers! Or AK-47s with armor piercing bullets!

"This is all part and parcel of the shit going down Nexus-side. The Nazis'll go away soon enough. Just let 'em have their sick little jollies and no grenades in my pub. Jeez."