The Fontana Summit

[Reeves]

Mister Cobra. That was a new one.

"Commander Morreti or just Morreti is sufficient, Testament. And while you're at it, since you're the first here feel free to tear into the food without concern for table manners. Consider it a reward for punctuality." The words were accompanied by the abrupt shuffle of movement as he stood up, gave the Militant delegate a solid and seemingly friendly thump on the shoulder. He then placed an empty glass on the table before proceeding to gracefully add in three ice cubes and what appeared to be the sector's most generic looking soda. A beverage for this ravenous creature that had no doubt been hard at work clawing away at Liberty's military industrial complex used to secure Erie.

When this gesture was complete, Damien swiftly replaced himself in his chair.