Late as always, Santos Bolevara stormed into the mansion. He was a squat thickset man, with traces of stubble, and looking quite severe. He was dressed in normal Order fatigues...and to his dismay he didn't recognize anyone here...Hold on.
He vaguely recognized the rogue agent...Kate something. It was enough to make him a tad more wary. Although only a fool would try something in this crowd. Still, something to keep for later. He sought out the host, Eriksoon and gave him a brief handshake.
Good to have you back Ravenov. We need more experienced agents.
