[ WP ] Write the third episode of non-existant series . Make us curious about what happened before episode 3 , and what happens after .

I pulled out my pocket watch, watching the hands tick. Always consistent. Always predictable. Much better than a person. I closed it and returned it to my pocket. 
 
 I glanced up at my surroundings. The buildings rose high and glowed their usual fluorescence and I stood beneath blue lamp post. The lights were muted by the ever constant dust, giving even the vibrant blues and greens an orange tint. This was the place alright. 
 
 `` Yeah Katya... I do n't think Jack's coming,'' I said into my earpiece. I adjusted my cerulean jacket, trying to keep as much dust off in vain. 
 
 `` Dammit!'' I heard her take a deep breath. `` You sure your at the right place?'' 
 
 I laughed. `` How can I forget it? Xeon's Bar is ingrained into my memory. It's where Jack fucked up my kidney.'' I moved my hand over the area of my scar. *You always loved knives Jack... * 
 
 `` I-'' She started her sentence but quickly stopped... `` Could he be inside?'' 
 
 `` That's a possibility. Actually, I probably should checked there first.'' I wrapped the scarf around my face a bit tighter. Although this area was out of reach of Alkaline's view, you never knew who payed attention to a display. 
 
 The bar was the usual muted Browns, only brightened up by the Violet's and oranges irradiating over every god damn thing. 
 
 I took a seat at the bar, same seat 3 years ago. The bartender's face light up when he saw me. `` Sanders! Please can I get you anything?'' 
 
 I smiled at the old man, even though he could n't see it through the scarf, my eyes communicated the relief of seeing an old friend. `` I'll take my usual.'' 
 
 He shot me his toothless grin. `` You bet your boots I'll get it to you! I have n't made Rust since you last came here! Tell me where you've been?'' 
 
 `` Let's just say that I pissed of Alkaline and removed Solas from the face of Alasis.'' I laid down the cash, ten times more than the needed amount. 
 
 `` I suspected it was you on the displays. You've become quite the celebrity here in the Dusts.'' He picked up the money. `` And I can see you drained much of the pockets of Alkaline.'' 
 
 `` Well I could n't do it alone. Jack helped me out a lot.'' 
 
 `` Speaking of which, where is that bastard. Last I saw he was with you, trying to steal your liver.'' 
 
 `` Kidney, but yeah he helped me out on a lot of my... projects.'' 
 
 `` Sanders! Have any sights on him?'' Kat questioned over the comms. 
 
 I ignored her. Jack was n't to be found yet. I continued scanning the bar. This was n't like him. 
 
 `` Did he now?'' He handed me my drink and I took a little swig immediately. *Huh. Tasted different than from what I remember. * `` Well, that's all the information I need.'' 
 
 I set down the glass. `` Pardon?'' 
 
 `` You can take him,'' he called out nonchalantly. Many of Alkaline's Guards appeared around me. The supposed customers were undercover, and more came from the back room. 
 
 I stood up and drew my revolver. `` The hell, Cassis?!'' 
 
 `` What's going on, Sanders?!'' 
 
 He counted the money I handed him, then pocketed it. `` Sorry Sanders. Got to do what I need to make a living.'' 
 
 I raised my arm, aiming at one of the guards. It began to sway. *Of course. * 
 
 A couple of the guards grabbed me offering little resistance. The began to drag me out of the bar with Kat yelling my name repeatedly through the earpiece. 
 
 I took their money then their CEO. Guess it's time to take everything else.
