She nods in agreement putting her legs back together.
"Indeed, Every person has his own secrets and an.... unknown side."
She smirks to him.
"It gives me a kind of a refresh. I like that.."
She sighs deeply, shaking her head a little.
"Time... something that we need, and something that we are impatient about."
She looks around her for a bit, then leans forward as she stands up slowly.
"We know that the job that we chose might cost us our lives or even something more dear than that. However, we chose it. To protect the people we care about."
Hawk smiled in return to her, as he scanned the bar for patrons one last time as he turned to her.
"That we are and that it is. It is good to take the time to enjoy night like this one."
He let out a relaxed sigh before he slowly got up, pulling a card out of his chest pocket.
"Who said this night needs to be over already?"
He then turned and walked to the bar, putting the two glasses they had on it and looks back to Evelyn, as she inspects the card, which had simply a wing, and a number on it. It was up to her to figure out the rest as he left the Ambrosia.
Evelyn accepted the card, slowly inspecting it. with only the wing and the number on it. she did not know what he meant with it.
"What's this ca-"
She stops as she turns her vision back to Hawk. but he was already gone.
"Already gone?"
She sighs slightly inspecting the card as she sits on the counter. However, she chuckles all of a sudden as she realizes what he meant.
"Hmph. Men these days.."
She stands up, taking a look at the surrounding before putting the card back in her pocket, then leaves the Ambrosia, mumbling with a smile on her face.
With heavy thumps, the combat boots hit the floor of the metal corridor, a long stride as everyone in her path moved aside, most saluting too. Captain Lee was known on Sabah by now and everyone knew she was Captain of the Hells Angels now. Her black flightsuit, with the patch on the left arm and the Colonial flag on the right, she stepped into the Ambrosia and smiled to herself before walking over to the bar and seating herself upon a stool.
Lt. Willem Botha walked into the bar, looking nervously around. He was still wearing his flight suit and his palms where sweaty. He looked uneasy, stressed. He hadn't been in active service for a while, not since he lost consciousness on a patrol in the Taus more than 6 months ago and his wingmen had to recover his ship and get him back to New Hope East safely. He suffered from Cardamine withdrawal symptoms, but it had gotten better as his body was growing accustomed to Stabiline.
He ordered a drink, just a glass of cold water, and sat down at the bar. He knew he didn't have much time before he had to leave. He took another quick glance around and saw a few fresh and a few familiar faces. It looked like the Colonial Military was as strong as ever. Quickly finishing the rest of the water in one big gulp, he picked up his helmet with the word 'Serpent' edged into it and made his way to the docking bay.
It was time to head for the Taus and join the rest of the 49th wing.
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