Sebastian Hawke a member of the Order and experienced one at that had been on operation undercover and a black ops at that which had required some delicate and rather not so humanitarian tactics. Today he was meant to be back in black clothing but due to complications about no longer being able to contact Malacos or at least his little AI Chip he was just in what a tire he had on Leather jacket and bag. He stretched his head back before letting it become level again. His thumbs looped into the straps his eyes rested on a lady looking like she was a million miles away.
"Heheh.. amen to that."
He said quietly to himself. He started to trudge towards the lady, a little emblem how ever peeked his curiosity more then anything and he stopped near the head of the table. His untrustworthy ancient order pistol rested on his holster the black squadron symbol engraved into it.
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