"I Know I'm Somewhere On Planet Manhattan."

[Wolfs Ghost]

(Author note: I am writing this on a tablet. There might be a lot of errors.)

An elderly man, roughly fifty years old had wandered into the bar on Manhattan. He wore a black long coat which covered most of his upper body. Though he wore equally black dress slacks, with matching boots.

Terrance snarled his nose in disgust as he entered the bar finding it a rather low place for even himself to visit, though he had a job to do and one that required him to pay close attention to various people. Why he was on this wretched planet was something that he, himself, didn't understand. His trip to the Tau systems yielded very little results in what he was attempting to find. That being evidence of alien tempering within this new enemy that had made itself known, and was more than willing to destroy civilization at its heart.

So, naturally it was his job to stop such from happening. If people within his organization actually cared about doing their job properly. Rather than trying to topple an entire Kingdom on some false information.

He sighed softly to himself as he stood at the entrance, his aged eyes observing the various people sitting in the rather populated bar. He took a couple more moments before he actually moved his way towards the nearest unoccupied table. Which was thankfully located near the back of the bar.

He took a seat to where he could continue observing people coming and going.

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