[center][b][h2][color=f26522]The Senator[/color][/h2]

Bar O'Brien - Shady Area of Ayumu[/b]

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"[color=f26522]Make that two, Pete.[/color]" 

The Senator added to Roman's request to the barman, the old bearded man handling the drinks gave a dead eyed glare at the politician before handling the demand. It was clear that Armstrong had a pretty nasty reputation around these parts, some of it likely being related to the fact that he purposely lured muggers around to eventually beat them to a pulp as 'training'. It also seemed that more and more thugs were going missing as he emerged his face, causing a lot of folks to be completely distrusting of the bulky man. Nonetheless, never has there been anything put against him and no one really dared to stand against him anymore, other than cocky low lives. 

"[color=f26522]Appreciated, son[/color]."

Armstrong replied to the redhead as his request was met with delightful acceptance. Once the glasses served to the two businessmen, Steven chuckled at the reaction Roman had to both seeing the cigars and having a nice taste of them. Surely his attempt at buttering up the renown thief was appearing to be successful, but he kept his guard up of course. Having dealt with dangerous mercenaries and borderline insane visionaries such as Monsoon, the senator wasn't dupe and clearly knew that dealing with unscrupulous thugs like this was a death sentence without a minimum of credibility backing him up. Inhaling a large drag out of the cigar before locking it in his fingers and out of his mouth. 

A louder, almost jolly burst of laughter came out of the politician's mouth as he almost coughed out the smoke he had just taken in. Roman's response was both very pleasing but also amusing to the man, it had been a long time since he had to deal with such fellows in low areas. Reminiscent of the glory days he lived as a Senator, the large and beautiful officies he held with only the best of the best. This felt like the days when he first started to invest in Cyborgs to commit mass murder.

"[color=f26522]Glad to see there are still youths with a little backbone in these parts. If its competence you want, it's your lucky day, son. My current associate whom I'm waiting for here is just the guy you need to handle your ... Logistics issues.[/color]"

A large grin formed on the man's face as he simply turned his head to face the younger individual. He paused for a moment to take a sip out of the drink Roman had ordered before coughing a put after swallowing. 

"[color=f26522]Haha, I always hated mint. At least you have good taste in cigars. The guy's a General, believe it or not, and can be quite the pain in the ass if not held by the balls. Get me?[/color]"

Before continuing, the senator would the glass back on the bar counter and reach in for something in his suit's inner pocket, opposite to where he got his cigars. Eventually he pull out of a business card he'd graciously pass to Torchwick. 'Steven Armstrong' was written on it with all the coordinates needed, as well as the logo of "L'Arôme", the big hotel chain in Ayumu, on it. Needless to say, after distributing the business card, he'd keep his hand out for a friendly shake.

"[color=f26522]The name's Armstrong. And I think you and I both know where our Dragon lies. This 'Guild' everybody speaks about appears to hold answers people like [i]us[/i] would kill for. You've obviously heard of it, right?[/color]"

The Senator asked, knowing full well people like this were to be attracted by the overwhelming influence of that Guild. The reality was that Armstrong knew full well that what was going on down there was partially if not completely responsible for their reasons to be here as well as what's making this whole place turn. And if there's influence and answers, there is power.