Since darion was paying attention to everyone speaking while he was finishing his meal, Darion wasn't caught off guard when Fanya mentioned that it was time to go ahead and get to the meeting.  At that news he just started to shovel the rest of the eggs and hot sauce into his mouth and swallowing, and then finished the left overs of the other parts of his breakfast.  He left the plate there for the tender to deal with while he picked up the still steaming cup of coffee in his left hand.  His right he left open so he could easily get to the pistol on his leg easily.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“alright, just lead the way to the meeting darlin'.  I am sure we can pick the others up on the way.”</span>he said as he pushed the stool out and stood up in his height, and the armor that fit his muscles.  The new trench coat he had raided from the closet was over it and his shoulders.  The rifles hanging on his back.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>