Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill.

[Mark_Brown]

Mark walked into the bar, casually looking around as his first time entering Alert Station and becoming a Field Agent is still practically new to him.

Looking around he notices a few young fresh faces and some so deep in paperwork you'd think he was see through, however. A few people in a bunch at a corner sat near a table took his eye. As he was aware of a recent document that was sent to him about a new directorate, a face he finally knew who she was. His new boss.

After casually looking around the area, he propped himself at the bar on a stool and ordered himself a well deserved drink, and opening up a laptop containing his current flight path at Alert Station, and preparing to edit for his journey back towards Liberty.

He opened up a new diary planner date, to add his new Flight Report to the database, and preparing it to send it off to High-Command. He starts typing.

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