The Albion - Function Room of the Bretonian Embassy on New Berlin

[Wolfs Ghost]

His tie wasn't even tied as he used his shoulder to push through one of the doors, though without realizing it he stumbled through as the door automatically opened for him. "I hate running late." He mumbled, fumbling with his tie.

He finally came to the entrance of the bar still fumbling around with his tie while scanning the room. "Oi, did it even accrue to you that she was wearing her helmet still and you didn't really know what she looked like? Damn you're such an idiot. Makes you wonder why MI5 hired you to begin with." He was heard rambling on to himself as he made his way to the bar and sat down at one of the empty chairs. "Anything that's good for dealing with a clown. Uhm, actually make that a sidewinder fang." He nodded to the barkeeper who only shook his head and walked away, bringing back a sidewinder fang and sitting it down in front of him. "Oh and uh, you wouldn't happen to have seen a beautiful Rheinland flag officer would you?"

The barkeep nodded towards a lass in a green dress nearby then walked away. "Yeah, so, sorry I'm late." He got up and moved a couple seats down bringing with him his drink he had ordered. "Names John." He said with a bit of a smile, and then added a wink.

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