Toledo Lounge

[Jeremy Hunter]

"Stop."

The words came from a dark corner of the bar. Colonel Jeremy Hunter was leaning against a table, arms crossed. He frowned and shook his head.

"You call yourselves 'elite'? I've seen better conduct from a twelve year old. Sombrero is now your ally; That Corsair has proven himself a true part of the Order. His record will never be as long as yours, but by god I find it fit to say that it will never be as tarnished.

Now, as he is your ally, respect him. Keep your insults out of the bar. And Fisher. Next time you're gonna bitch slap, do yourself a favor and get a sex-change operation. If you are going to hit someone, do it like a man or go to the doc and get your equipment removed.

"United we stand, divided we fall. Remember that. TCG needs the Order as much as we need you. As independant as you wish to be, once you do, you'll be alone from us and -our- allies."

Jeremy paused.

"Next fight better be with gloves in the ring. I'm sure Michal will make that and order."

Jeremy stayed leaning against the table, with a dozen agents and soldiers bearing the patch of the Oathkeeper all around him. He looked at everyone, ready to stop any more fighting.

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.