The First Mission - (Chapter 1)

[Aaron Brand]

Aaron deftly caught the cred stick and placed a hand on his heart, pointing at the Guard Captain appreciatively. A man after my own heart, Captain.

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Well if we're gonna be properly introduced to Mister Randall here, let's go somewhere quiet enough for an actual conversation. I know a place a few blocks away. Medium crowd, good beer, passable food. And the seats don't stick to your ass. Aaron sucked the air through his teeth and gave the other guys a look of concern. Don't eat the bar nuts though. I mean you can if you really want to; I can flush toxins out of your system after all. That last sentence alone provided ample explanation. Aaron waggled his eyebrows at Viego. You know the place I'm talking about. The one with the stuffed unicorn.


We can take the guys to one of the more...uh..."cultured" places another time. By cultured Aaron meant a seedy, sweaty dive bar where bare tits and brawls were usually the evening's entertainment. It was probably prudent not to go all-out right out the gate with a superior officer they had only met moments ago.