Jason Hudson

[Total.Absolution]

In the corner of Coronado sat a middle aged man, his head adorned with a shot buzz cut, a untrimmed beard, and a pair of pilot sunglasses resting before his eyes. Despite it being a dark bar, he still felt the need to shade his eye from others. His attire consisted of a white dress shirt, a jet-black tie, and a pair of black slacks with a black belt. His feet, garnished with a pair of military grade boots, painted black by the previous owner, and a pair of think socks that went midway up the man's calf. Around said calf was a hidden pistol, small and weak, but enough for his personal defense. Looking like he meant business, but in reality the man was just there to meet with an old friend.

"Anytime now..."

The man looked impatient as his eyes darted across the room. In particular towards the bartender, who had a habit of starting right into the opaque lenses of the man's sunglasses.

"Hudson!"

To the shaded man's surprise, the bartender had rushed to him while he wasn't looking and parked right beside him. Even more disturbing was the fact that the bartender knew his name.

"Do I know you?

"Yeah, we used to work together remember? Back in the Academy?"

"Oh yeah. How did you end up here, kiddo?

"I got fired after I slept with a rogue chick. Looong story. What about you though? How did you end up in the desolate place?

"I'm waiting for that.... special someone."