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[A job well done is a job well done, and boy does that put Eames in a good mood. It's kind of a groggy planet — air thick with pollution from industrialisation, buildings stacked high, and everything smells just a little burnt — but where industry booms, there's a lot of high-end prototypes to take and sell to someone with too much money to pay any mind to galactic law.]

[Plus? A lot of cheap watering holes to keep disenamoured workers content.]

[Time for a customary post-job drink, right? The job went pretty smoothly, even especially with Eames' improvisations, and he's feeling so good about it that he's paying for their drinks himself. With his own money. Even if it hadn't, this is the kind of bar where trying to give someone up to the authorities is more likely to get you killed than rich, so Eames is relatively carefree.]

Hey-- Look at this. [He comes back with a pitcher of beer and a holoscreen with the latest news, a grin on his face.] Dead or alive bounties.

[The photos are blurry (and unflattering), but it's definitely them.]