Nepsa Ice Fields Richard Rimmer is currently standing on the ice fields, wrapped in a large silver parka jacket as the wind whips about him, gazing over at the jail cell that is situated in the middle of one of the games sites, with little flags tied to it. He puffs on a large cigar, before coughing horribly and stubbing it out on the forehead of a passing alien tentacly creature. "I swear, you can't take them anywhere..." he mutters hoarsely "Astorian debit chips," Cronos reaffirms. "Shouldn't be too hard if you really want your boy off the hook." A NEW CASE BEGINS