Ghost was right. She was cute. Cute and pyschotic, a type that was Georgie's favourite. He hadn't been interested at first, but now he was reconsidering his position. But Ghost wasn't like those girls, she definitely wouldn't easy fall in his lap like a petty little plaything. No, she was powerful too, the appointed leader of the whole mismatched, monstrous lot of them. Power was sexy and alluring.<br/><br/>Wasp wasn't bad either, but seemed too young. Georgie couldn't quite guess her age, and despite all the messed up things he enjoyed, had never liked the idea of being a kiddie-fiddler. It was interesting though, as they seemed to enjoy laying down the same slightly sarcastic observational humour. Maybe they could become friends, however that would work.<br/><br/>Of course, Georgie's own age was difficult to tell as well. Perhaps it was some type of magic, that let all the years of those he had killed take away the age from his face. How fanciful, but wholly unlikely. This was a world of tech and human ingenuity, not curses and witchcraft. Of course, both led to the same end: man becoming true gods, with all the powers of the universe imaginable. They had reached it, perfected it. Georgie could tell with his own heavily enhanced eyes.<br/><br/>The red-haired chick in the corner was of no interest to Georgie. She was a bitch, by the looks of it. He had never liked the punk style. It was too flashy, too me-me-me, 'I'm tough and making a statement'. Georgie was very much a me-me-me lad, but he didn't wear it, apply it on his face, breathe it in. There was a sort of elegant dance in pretending to be interested in what someone else was saying, while entirely focusing on creating your own, thoughtful, beautiful reply.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">A branch in Japan,</span>Georgie mused, following Ghost and Shark's conversation,<span style="font-style: italic">I've never been abroad.</span>Her offer to Shark interested him quite a bit, but he didn't speak up. Requests only shifted more power to the one who could grant them, and Georgie would rather stay a helpful subordinate with no favours against him, holding him back.<br/><br/>Wait, what information? In all the thought of boats and the sea, Georgie had forgotten the main objective: the employee roster. He had no idea where it would be. On a computer of some sorts, he imagined. Or maybe it would be on a little slip of paper, like a grocery list, and he could tick the names off, one by one, as they were carefully killed and tucked away, their names waiting to be bared by one of the members of their team.<br/><br/>In an abrupt motion, Ghost announced her departure and slid her eyes over the group once before leaving. No one else seemed to move for a few moments after, held in the unsure position of not quite knowing if they could exit. Georgie slowly rose from his chair, running his hands through his hair and giving a slight smile.<br/><br/>"Well, that was a bit of a whirlwind, but it's been interesting meeting you guys. Anyone up to go have a few drinks?"<br/><br/>The question was partially a joke, delivered with a shrug and a slight laugh, but Georgie did intend to kick back a few beers in whatever bar he encountered first. It wasn't his usual thing, but it was an unusual day overall.