Ben Saunders

[Zelot]

Ben had been at Padua with the Rogues for a few months, and he had found them to be quite friendly, and hospitable. He had begun to go on raids with the Rogues, and occasionally went into New York to broadcast pieces of his work to the people. The days had begun to merge, one into the next, and Ben's life had become fairly routine.

Saunders found himself with less and less time to put toward his work. This was dis-heartening to him, but he had investigated what he could, and was still no closer to an answer to his father's disappearance. Then, as if someone was listening to his thoughts, an opportunity arose out of nowhere.

Ben was docked at Rochester, enjoying some rest and relaxation, he was sitting in a little bar, when a quiet man slipped into the seat across from Ben. The man was tall, with dark curly hair that tumbled down over his brow and ears. His eyes and cheeks were sunken, creating s mask of shadow around his face. He wore a black tunic, fairly unremarkable in every way. Ben looked up, expecting the man to say something, but instead he placed a black data pad on the table, and slowly slid it across the surface of the table until it rested just outside of Ben's hands.............

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