With a soft crackle of electricity, Ghods materialized at the other end of the bar. A few startled patrons edged away from the sudden appearance of a 205 centimeter tall suit of light combat armor. A hiss of air and a stream of fog escaped the helmet as his suit repressurized to match the atmosphere of the bar. He nodded, and two nearby men in old Liberty Navy uniforms stood and made their way to the door. The tattered 9's on the shoulders of their shirts were quickly hidden under their coats as they left. Ghods turned his attention to the opposite end of the bar, to the woman in the kimono.
He walked across the room silently, handing off a large knife to a nearby Zoner security agent. "It really wasn't a trap." His tone is deadpan, yet somehow mocking at the same time. "You must be dumb, desperate, or reckless. Either way, I'm Romulus."