Tori Sanders sat in a random bar with a cigarette lit, and a shot in his hand with his feet up on the table. He was sitting and lying in wait for potential brawls  , or something to go wrong. He had been logged in waiting for some other members of his guild to log in for a while. It was getting kind of boring, but never underestimate an operator's ability to keep still for a while. It was something anyone in the field of special warfare had to be comfortable with. He finally saw that Jitlia was online and smirked. He decided to wait awhile before messaging her to see if she would message him. But, she hadn't. Oh well. He quickly sent an audio whisper to her, "Oi, you get online and don't come to see me after I've been gone for a few days? I'm hurt. come see me, I'm in that pub in the tech district."