05-31-2025, 08:56 PM
==NPC Reese Taylor NCO==
Beaming from site to site Reese found himself in a high-end bar where people had more money than manners, most of them would think that manners was a side dish served chilled. It also made sense to be dressed like this, thankfully he was bald or he might worry about his hair a little. These were the people who would hire him as security, probably pay well too.
"Until recently the focus was on Sadia exclusively, we have to find out where she is and what happened. We hope she is alive and well, best case scenario its an attention grab and this can be resolved peacefully. We have our ship further investigating in every way they can, they narrowed down where the offenders went and what kind of equipment used. I hope that this meeting will net us help to find her. I have sent mission critical information ahead of my arrival, now in order to avoid further conflicts I need to know what you do." This briefing was late, but it wasn't never.
Reese was listening to what was being said, all while he was scanning the room. He was looking at the activities going on around him, he wasn't looking for threats just what people were doing. These were the kind of people who wouldn't do a lot of things on their own, they would hire someone to do it. The one person in the room who might would be the General drinking at the Bar by himself, at this time he appeared to be the only one who would handle himself very well if things turned south. The rest would have an accident in their pants, or suck on their thumb.
Turning his attention to the person at the front desk, he knew what they wanted. "The Host needs to talk to someone, probably to tell us where we need to go." He wasn't talking to anyone in particular, just who might be listening.
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Beaming from site to site Reese found himself in a high-end bar where people had more money than manners, most of them would think that manners was a side dish served chilled. It also made sense to be dressed like this, thankfully he was bald or he might worry about his hair a little. These were the people who would hire him as security, probably pay well too.
"Until recently the focus was on Sadia exclusively, we have to find out where she is and what happened. We hope she is alive and well, best case scenario its an attention grab and this can be resolved peacefully. We have our ship further investigating in every way they can, they narrowed down where the offenders went and what kind of equipment used. I hope that this meeting will net us help to find her. I have sent mission critical information ahead of my arrival, now in order to avoid further conflicts I need to know what you do." This briefing was late, but it wasn't never.
Reese was listening to what was being said, all while he was scanning the room. He was looking at the activities going on around him, he wasn't looking for threats just what people were doing. These were the kind of people who wouldn't do a lot of things on their own, they would hire someone to do it. The one person in the room who might would be the General drinking at the Bar by himself, at this time he appeared to be the only one who would handle himself very well if things turned south. The rest would have an accident in their pants, or suck on their thumb.
Turning his attention to the person at the front desk, he knew what they wanted. "The Host needs to talk to someone, probably to tell us where we need to go." He wasn't talking to anyone in particular, just who might be listening.
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