SSgt Goodrich
"SPIRIT"
The Sergeant nodded in response, sticking his hands back into the sleek black slacks he entered the bar with. There was some blood from the recent murder, but the words had struck a chord in Stephen. He knew what the city was on the outside, but the people who populate it were a whole different ballgame. He had to set up a base to work from, somewhere not so obvious like the embassy.
That embassy was all for show anyway.
"I understand."
Stephen took the hand of the man who faced him, shaking it firmly while also holding the back of his elbow to maintain the grip. A sign of friendship.
"Come with me, let us grab something to eat. I don't think the embassy wants to deal with 'criminals' quite yet.
We will just call it a warning, eh?"
For most people, seeing such a stoic figure chuckle was unsettling, but seeing as Alexander was blind, he did not mind chuckling in front of him. The officer eased into the laugh, a low bellow that seemed to resonate from his stomach.
"I'd like to talk to you personally."
@ScytheMeister7
That embassy was all for show anyway.
"I understand."
Stephen took the hand of the man who faced him, shaking it firmly while also holding the back of his elbow to maintain the grip. A sign of friendship.
"Come with me, let us grab something to eat. I don't think the embassy wants to deal with 'criminals' quite yet.
We will just call it a warning, eh?"
For most people, seeing such a stoic figure chuckle was unsettling, but seeing as Alexander was blind, he did not mind chuckling in front of him. The officer eased into the laugh, a low bellow that seemed to resonate from his stomach.
"I'd like to talk to you personally."
@ScytheMeister7