Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[McNeo]

Juan Montoya looked at the wavering figure silluetted in the light as he jumped out of his Titan at the docking pad. He commanded it to lock itself as the figure made iits way towards the Titan. As soon as the figure touched the Titan, it started the archaic alarm that was installed on it.

The bartender rushed out, and dragged Alexander back into the bar, muttering somthing that Montoya could not hear above the constant din of the bar. Juan sighed as he realised that the figure being dragged back into the bar was his leader, Alexander. He proceeded to the entrance of the bar, following the scent of alcohol.

As Montoya entered the bar, he scanned the room, and found what he was looking for. Pedro, sitting in a dark corner of the bar, with a person that Juan did not recognise. He made his way over to the table, noting the confused expression on the stranger's face and the small grin on Pedro's.

As Pedro caught sight of Juan, he waved and Juan waved back. As the bartender emerged from the back door, with a slight shake of his head, Juan beckoned him.

"3 pints please, one for myself and for each of my friends here"

"Comming right up, Juan"

When Juan sat down at the table, he said in a slightly joyous voice:

"Pedro, mind introducing me to your friend here?"

After it was done, they began to gossip about the going's on of the recent days. Pedro largely stayed out of it, tapping his glass with a regular beat, while Ares and Juan got to know each other.

From afar, one could note that, midway in a sentance, Ares' voice dropped to a low whisper as he told Juan the news of Diablo. At this time, Pedro clutched the glass, and the crack of the glass could be heard as it shattered in his hand. Both Ares and Juan turned to Pedro as blood started to drip from his hand. However, Pedro did not release his grip until he realised that the warm trickle on his hand was in fact blood and not the pint that had been in the glass.

Despite Pedro's iron grip on the glass, with furthur examination, one could see that his hands were merely scratched, and nothing would become of it. Of course, the pain seemed oblivious to Pedro as he pondered in silence. Endless hours of flight had hardened the skin of his palm, to the point where it was as tough as leather.

For the rest of the evening, Juan had a small but noticable frown on his visage. Torn between the anger he felt at Jose Diablo and the sympathy he felt for Pedro Maniaco, he simply sat there, motionless, with the frown etched on to his features.

After a while, Juan said in a low voice

"You are honourable brother Ares, I just wish we could have met under better circumstances"

"Don't worry, when Diablo perishes under our guns, we will have more time to get to know each other"

"I look forward to that day Ares"