Message #16431

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

James walked calmly through the streets of the dead and silent city, he had decided to go catch a drink at the bar after his most recent Zero mission, he was nearby anyway, as he brushed some of his medium length silver hair out of his eye he noticed something in the corner of his eye, with lightning reflexes expected from all Zero Agents he withdrew his signature Black revolver and trained it on the area, Turned out there was nothing there. "Hmmph.." James replaced his carefully cared for 50. calibre revolver back into its holster.

A couple of streets up he saw the door of the bar, a large thick steel door, he knocked and in that calm cold voice he always seemed to have he stated "Open up, its James" The door swung open and there stood Sean on guard "Well well well, we don't see you round here often!" James walked inside as sean closed the door and bolted it "I decided I could use a drink.." Sean Looked back at James after finishing securing the door "Hey...is that Human blood on your coat?" Sean had noticed that the blood was not blackened or coagulated like infected blood was, James suddenly looked directly into sean's eyes with his own deep, grey, cold ones, Sean looked away quickly, people were usually unnerved by a combination of James's toneless voice, Expressionless face, and his eyes. "Recent mission, can't go into details" Sean collected himself "Right right, go on up then."

James left Sean to his guard duty and began climbing the twelve staircases, there were a lot of lower ranked Fenrirs members on the lower floors, Most of them sort of shied away from his as he went by, a couple shouted out "Hey Modemkill!" Modemkill was a nickname he could not seem to shake, it was due to the fact that he used to be a high class hacker before the outbreak, about the only thing people knew about his former life, not that those skills did him much good in a world where electronics barely existed anymore.

He reached the top and was faced with a door with the words The Wolf's Den inscribed into it, he opened the door and walked in, went straight to the bar, the bartender Jack leaned on the bar and said "Havn't seen you in awhile, Dont you have that big ol gun with you anymore?" Jack was refering to the M60 James had looted from the old Army barracks near here, the place is a death trap to anyone who can't handle himself very very well. "It was too heavy to lug around with me for what I was doing today, I left it at home" Jack did not inquire further as to what he was doing today, That's one thing he liked about the Barkeep, he will always lend an ear when you want it, but will never nose into your buisness if not asked "So, What can I getcha?" "Give me a beer" "Coming up" Jack grabbed a bottle from under the counter and handed it to James, As James wal walking away the Barkeep shouted out "What, No tip?" James replied "I'll tip if the service is good" The barkeep slapped the counter and laughed quite loudly.

James made his way to an isolated table in the back, sat down and lit a ciggarette, and drank his beer in silence, Noone seemed to have noticed he had arrived.