She nodded in recognition. Liberty Police Inc wasn't exactly adored by the voting public. Not as long as they arrested one half and took bribes from the other. The same issue had nearly convinced the ex-Marine to defect, though she would never admit to it. She eyed her glass with distaste. Drinking was looking to be a distinctly poorer idea then it had five minutes ago.Her response was guarded, lips tight. "That would be very welcome Sir."Not that it's going to happen.
The gap in the conversation drifted into minutes. Hartman mentally sorted through a list of topics, searching for something appropriate. It'd been a long time since she had needed to make formal conversation. She was almost glad when a Lieutenant barrelled into her, nearly knocking her from the stool. She bit back a retort, tracing the frantic man's passage across the room. Something big must have happened to account for that sort of rush. Perhaps Rheinland had launched another incursion. Her brown eyes narrowed as he approached the desk-jockey in the corner.
A paper-pusher. The worst kind of Officer. A job that, in her opinion, could just as easily have been outsourced to civilians rather then wasting trained personnel. Add to that the callous attitude such men inevitably developed to men and material and there was little love lost between the administration departments and troops on the ground. She turned away, returning her attention to the bar.
Yet, she couldn't force herself to disregard the Lieutenant's exchange. Too low for her to make out, and undeniably familiar, it was impossible for her to ignore. The man's identity was like mist in the early morning. Definitely there, and just as impossible to grasp. She inclined her head toward the desk-jockey, light from the bar reflecting off the scar stretching from her eye to jaw line.
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