[b][u][center][h2]Pvt. Reginald Weber[/h2][/center][/u][/b]

Reginald leaned back into his chair, taking the cigarette out of his mouth between his index and middle finger and giving a polite nod towards the scout who introduced himself. He looked around the room at the other various people who had gathered, chuckling to himself again. This was Gallia's last line of defense? He'd be better off slipping over to the Imperial side, surly his old connections Empire side were still floating around. Of course, thoughts like that were quickly put out of his head when he remembered the sight of an Imperial tank driving over the remains of his cafe. Taking another look around the room, Reg could easily see who was fresh and who had been fighting for a while. If his crime life had taught him anything it was the look of a killer. Making quick note of those who looked experienced, he stuck his cigarette back in his mouth, letting out another puff of smoke. He looked over towards the young scout from earlier, he wanted to know why they were gathering and didn't feel like being yelled at by a 'superior'. He stood up and walked over to to the scout, taking his cigarette out of his mouth to speak. "Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt but, Colin you said your name was, right? I was just curious if you had any idea on why we've been called here. I was never told why, just to report here as soon as possible."


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