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It's morning. Ray's awake.

He's also got two fairly thick books on advanced aviation systems and advanced composites welding. If the 'USED' stickers on the spines are anything to go by, they came from a university or college bookstore.

He's going to get permanent wrinkles in his forehead if he keeps frowning like that.

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"Hmm. You mean the CBI, or the CIA, or the FBI? They all seem to dress in black, and they think they turn up out of nowhere. Well-meiang, but with a few expections, really quite transparent.

"Keep in mind that alien activity on my world - in my day, at least - is unregulated. And usually when there are inconvenient discoveries, the League or STAR Labs are called in. I think after my day, there is a government agency to deal with aliens, as well as metahumans, but it's not cloak and dagger, from what little I know."

Barry thinks about Naraht. "It might be his culture. Or it might be Starfleet. Kirk's willingness to bend rules aside, it's a very rules-bound organization, from what I recall. One with centuries of legal precedent from a variety of worlds. The very loose rules here are probably a total shock after living in that environment. And I do relate to that, having been a cop, after all.

"But as much as I wish this were Central City, USA, it's not. It's still a bar under it all."

"Something like that," Ray says. "In my world, for the most part, such things are the province of urban legends and the Fortean Times. There's no solid evidence of people with that kind of job description existing; the people who claim they do rarely have better than secondhand anecdotal influence to run with. K's world seems to be organized along different lines."

He nods, rubbing at his temples. "That's the thing. For all that people live here sometimes, it's an informal community, not a country. Other than the dead and the Barman, people who have futures don't generally have them here- well, Snow and her kids do, but most people? Not so much. Laws and systems and organizations are for places where you get permanent affiliations. Being upset that this place doesn't have a single unifying consistent standard of how to handle criminal cases is kind of like being upset at the lack of internal organization in your average fraternity house. Not that we can't do better than what we've got now, but there's no reason to put that much structure on a place where people come to relax, essentially."

"Except..." Barry pauses.

"Except that in many ways, this has been an ad hoc community. And to many of us, that implies we are, without meaning to, building a society. Granted, it's a society of transients to a very large degree, but it's still a society. And as such, that implies laws.

"It's taken me a long while to reconcile that with the nature of the Bar, and I haven't been fully successful. The way Bernard and Tim essentially locked horns with each other sent a poor message to the security staff, and through them to the entire Bar. I know that Bernard did what he thought was right. I know that Tim, as odd as it seems, agreed with what Bernard did. But it bothered me.

"And I suspect that if we talked to Bernard, went to him with all our concerns, he would agree that even as a just a place to relax, there need to be standards. And that as Barman, he needs to help set those standards.

"But to Naraht, and sometimes to me and to others, it feels like there aren't any. Which is unfair to security and to Bernard, but sometimes perception is reality.

"and I hope this makes some sense. As I am just a simple hero and cop, and not a lawyer, thank god."

"Oh, it makes sense," Ray says. "Unfortunately, even as 'just a hero and cop', you're still a couple of levels above me. I got an A in my civics class in high school. I'm familiar with the principles of peer review in the sciences. That's as close as I get to sociology, or politics, or any of those things. The horrible part is that I know I'm going to have to learn all of it sometime fairly soon, because of my studying with Master Qui-Gon, but for now..." He shakes his head. "For now it'd be really, really easy for me to fall back into college mode. Do what you like, study what you want, don't produce anything. Which wouldn't do anyone any good, but there it is."

Barry ponders this. "Don't you have to deal with at least some politics as a Ghostbuster?"

"Not if I can possibly avoid it," Ray mutters. "That's Peter's job. I'm not allowed to talk to the press, anyway, let alone the Mayor."

Barry chuckles a bit. "Hate to say it, Ray, but I can see why you might not be trusted with the press. I don't think you could do a sound bite with two month's prep. But somehow I don't see Peter being much better with the mayor. Peter's too cynical, even for New York. Though I could see him and Ed Koch hitting it off.

"By the way, any clue what happened to Peter's costume party?"

"I do just fine when Scientific American or Discover comes around looking for an interview..." He shakes his head. "No, unfortunately. I had this vague recollection of needing to ask him about that at some point, but I've had other things chewing on me in the meantime."

He nods. "Other things like poltergeists and men in black. It's okay. I haven't thought much about it, either.

"But the Bar being what it is, I'm sure we'll hear about it, or something like it, sooner or later."

"Yeah, on top of everything else..." He reaches for his coffee again. "I'm sure we will. By the way, do you have any suggestions on how I'd go about getting access to the service records of Navy pilots in the year 2008? Eddie- that's the AI out back- is kind of freaked about what might've happened to the humans he flew with. I told him I can't get anything from my time but I promised I'd try and get some answers for him anyway. I'm hoping to ask one or more of the CTU people, since they're from 2010, but..."

Barry ponders, and had to connect the initials to the actual agency. "CTU...ah, Jack Bauer, right. I don't know them, though Sara does. But I can't imagine that accessing Navy records would go down well. It would at best be seen as raising a red flag about people who aren't the bad guys, and at worst as one agency stepping on another's toes.

"That said, though, if Bauer is from 2010, he might be able just to search public or semi-public records."

"That's okay. I wasn't looking for full service records, really. Just 'are they alive or are they dead' stuff- you know, what the Red Cross reports would turn up. Of course, that's assuming Eddie's from the same universe as them, which isn't a healthy thing to assume- but I don't know anyone else who's from the future who's from a close future. I doubt the people from five hundred years out would count, and Max might be from 2040, but half of Western civilization's records disappeared with that EMP incident she told me about in her timeline."

Barry thinks, though he lets his mind skate over the future with an EMP. "Guess that might rules out Mel as well, since she's about 300 or 400 years ahead.

"But there is always Tim Hunter. He's from about 2011, I think, and he's got JLA connections. That might trump even CTU connections. Though it might not be ethical for him to dig too deep, either."

"That's fine," Ray says. "If there's a public record of whether they're alive or dead, that's all we really need. Their names are on the wall over there- someone posted about them first, but I figured I'd do some asking on a personal level just in case."

"Well, I'm sure you'll think of something. The Bar does have a way of making it all become clear." And now Barry rises.

"Think I will head back to my room for a bit. Have a good one, Ray."

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