<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/d3/dc/66/d3dc666930396888d065bf46105d76b0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dalys Xavier Armstrong Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369109#msg12369109)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Boston, MA | August 14, 2017 | 8:45 AM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Mr. M<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/>M's thank you received only a minor grunt in reply but it was enough to show that Xavier was indeed listening regardless of how it appeared. The man in question did not slow from his intentions though and returned to his fridge to open it and pull out the half full gallon container of milk. Already he could feel the small expenditure of healing his hand beginning to take its toll so the single egg and the mustard were retrieved too as he turned to watch M open his briefcase.<br/><br/>As expected a file was produced. Xavier set down his retrieved items upon the counter but did not bother to reach for the file.<br/><br/><em>“Have you ever heard the name Micah Brooke?”</em><br/><br/>It took a surprising amount of effort for Xavier not to flinch or otherwise visibly react to the name. Considerable time and energy had been put into learning to control his own body to a degree in order to avoid unwanted 'stress issues' and such practices helped him now to ignore the chill that washed over him and the sudden dread in his gut. He kept his breathing slow and even as he picked up the egg and listened to further details. Details which all rang true largely because he'd heard them before. This had to be some sort of sick joke. What exactly were the chances of this having come back to bite him in the ass now? He'd gotten out and done his damnedest to forget but in his head Xavier had never let that one go. So perhaps it stood to reason that someone else hadn't let it go either?<em>Shit.</em><br/><br/>Considering the egg between his two fingers, Xavier let M finish his spiel then shrugged, feigning indifference no matter that the gears in his head were already turning. "I'm not sure I understand why you're here. If Tac 6 and the Military want whoever this is, why can't they go get her?" Reaching out he flipped open the cap on the mustard and lifted it. "I'm not some mutt on a leash. I'm not a Marine anymore. I paid my dues, did my time." His voice was rough, hardly more than a low rumble. "I'm done."<br/><br/>But was he?<br/><br/>Given his gut reaction at the mention of Micah even he wasn't so sure as he flipped the bottle and poured mustard over the egg's shell. Stopping once he was satisfied with its coverage, Xavier then tossed the full raw egg into his mouth and began to chew as he waited.