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Like hell Andreas would be leaving anytime soon. Feeling his mouth a little dry, he reached for his canteen, only to find it empty. Still keeping his comm with Kyle open, he mounted his suit and went to the cantina. His scrambler would block the ambient noise, but he might still be found out. Either way, he couldn't take the taste of toilet water much longer. The cantina was not packed when he arrived. The patrons looked up at his form a little longer than usual. They were jumpy, he could tell. He spoke into the receiver. "Kyle. We are heading your way soon. I'll contact you later when we reach orbit." He sat down on a barstool near the interveiw, and simoultaneously turned on his recorder and ordered some water.