((I'll change any part of this intro if you want me to Doce, I'm just going by what little information I have on these two already ^^;))<br/><br/>A pair of Breakers were talking nearby as Rider made his way inside. He recognized the two of them, easily; Plague and Joker were good friends, and spent a good deal of time hanging out when they weren't on missions. Rider hadn't worked with them often, but even once was enough. The two were unmistakeable. "Joker. Plague. You two coming, or what?" he called as he pushed open the doors to Central. He didn't even bother looking back; though they messed around a lot, they weren't the type to outright ignore a summons, and he knew they would be following soon after.<br/><br/>The first 'floor' of Central was relatively large; although, perhaps it would be more accurate to simply refer to it as a room. It primarily consisted of this single, spacious area, which housed many staircases and passageways that led to other parts of the building, as well as the check-in desk. One look at Rider, particularly his weapon, told the station guard all she needed to know, and she simply let him pass without question, the two exchanging a mutual nod of respect. After a few steps, he turned to the left, heading toward the staircase he knew led to the briefing room.<br/><br/>It was pretty much a straightforward walk from the top of the stairwell, and he was there within moments. Placing a hand on one of the large double doors, he shoved it open and walked inside. What greeted him was a surprisingly small, circular room, comprised mainly of a pair of curved navy blue couches angled toward a desk. These were resting on a halfmoon maroon carpet in the center of the room, and the only person currently present was a man who was sitting at the desk, absorbed in whatever paper he was reading to the point where he didn't even notice the new arrival. With a slight smirk, Rider slowly walked forward to one of the couches, clearing his throat to announce his presence.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------<br/><br/>"Ah!"<br/><br/>Rolan visibly (and vocally) jumped in his seat at the sudden sound of Rider announcing himself, dropping the papers he had been reading back onto the desk. His darkly-framed glasses hung loosely and unevenly on his long, thin nose, and he blinked a few times in succession as his mind resituated itself to the present circumstances.<br/><br/>Rolan was an interesting man. He wasn't particularly big, only standing at 5"7'. His facial structure was on the contrary, however, with a rather tall, thin face. He had small amber eyes behind those glasses of his, and his entire appearance and demeanor gave off a well-deserved air of kindness. This was the man who had invented the Angelus, the weapons that Breaker's now used to combat the Gehna; but one would never make that guess by looking at him.<br/><br/>"Oh! Good evening, Rider. I hadn't expected you to arrive so soon," he finally said, giving the other a gentle smile as he fixed his glasses.<br/><br/>"Have I ever been late?" replied the other.<br/><br/>"No, I suppose punctuality has always been one of your finer qualities, hasn't it? Well then, take a seat if you will. I'll begin the debriefing just as soon as we're all gathered."