Landing on Planet Gibson

Gibson is another nothing planet with nothing around. One colony in the middle of a wasteland. But still one colony is a lot of people. And worst of all I'm noticing something bad. A wanted poster of me and the mugshot I took three years ago when they locked my ass up.

Shit. I can't go door to door asking for Celeste or Nyssa. And I can't make myself known. I gotta play it smart. I keep my head down, and start walking around the colony. Looking for the best place to gather information. I eye a bar, find some cops inside and turn around. Workplaces have got security cameras consistently on. It's tricky, but not impossible. Thankfully, I find a place. A small rundown restaurant on the outer part of the district. When I enter I find a few round tables spread around, one table packed with men playing cards. But their eyes focused on her

A busty waitress puts her hair behind her, her chest bounces as she does.

Fucking hell. That's a girl I wanna spend some alone time with. But she looks like she's already going through her own struggles, dealing with the clearly handsy guests at her table. I catch her walking over, delivering a drink and receiving a nice smack on the ass for doing so from one of the patrons. It occurs to me that if anybody was going to notice Celeste, it'd be these fine gentleman.

What was I going to do?