A scruffily dressed, middle aged man walks into Katz's office, short-cut brown hair, a tattered leather jacket and khaki brown cargo pants. He walked in with a straight posture, as if he didn't want to look too... 'Pathetic'.
"Hail, Commissar."
The man stood at attention.
"My name's Ryan. Ryan Henson."
"I've been flying around for a few years, seen all the crap people have been going through, in Leeds, the Rheinland - Liberty border, Kusari... Point is. I'm here to join the Revolution."
Ryan kept a straight face, holding his pose, seeming unfazed by the men with their guns, and the assault bot in the corner of the room.
