Conspiracy The pub was filled with people. Noise permeated the smokefilled small stables and made all independent thought superfluous. Talk was performed in close intimacy to hear each other. She did not like this kind of intimacy among strangers. Her head ached from the shouting and her eyes showed as two slits in her heartshaped face to prevent them from drying out in the smokefilled environment. A drop of sweat appeared on the front of her head. She felt the people mass in on her. The mens disgustingly suggestive looks. Even those who did not touch her in person got under her skin, making her nostrils vibrate as with an animal, that sensed danger. From the very moment they had stepped over the doorframe, she had felt her tranquility being pulled out, her soul's peace evaporating with the smoke and noise, that hit them as they opened the door to the establishment. Her eyes searched the room for a steadfast object, something to focus on before the panic overwhelmed her, and drove away her last piece of calm. Hardened faces, smutched dark cloths and hatched tables, that felt rough under her hands. Empty beer cans and bitter looks, painted grey as quicksilver from years of addiction to alcohol, smoking and drugs, the resignation written as an extra layer of despair in their hoarse laughter. What was she doing here anyway? Her colleagues wanted to go here. She did not understand why. They had had dinner after a day's hard work with the plans for defecting to the Exiles. The timing, the competences needed even the alternate B-plan if something failed. Then they had gone for a beer in this pathetic place, the signature of symptoms that living at the bottom of the Dominion caused. She could have come up with the first ten places, she would rather be. Nexus being one place. She doubted it would live up to her naive dreams, but surely it could not be worse than this pitiful place. She longed to fork out her piece of a colony and work in a settlement, where people cared for each other. Where common sense prevailed over rules, regulations and bribes. As a matter of fact, she doubted there was any place , that was less attractive than this hole. Even their beer tasted....grey. Her eyes got hold of a clean indigo object, brightening up in this room of despair, giving her a relieved moment of needed peace in her mind. She concentrated on the color, but as she was getting a hold on herself, the object moved towards the door and disappeared, as yet another flock of people went in. She sat back a little confused. Now all was grey.