[center][h3][b][color=red]T Y E  C A L L A H A N[/color][/b][/h3]
[hr][hr][/center][i][center]Skyline Galea, Sopor
Galea Maejor Resort
Executive Conference Room
Rear Left Standing Zone[/center][/i][hr][hr]

The hall in which he stood was filled to its brim with wretch’s, scum and villains; a lower class of people. Tye allowed his red, cybernetic eye to scan the room in quick fashion, something he was not a fan of doing with his implants only really being there out of necessity rather than by choice. The large group before him were armed to the teeth, most with some sort of sword or gun. Callahan dropped his gaze to his bandage wrapped fists and a smile curled upon his normally stoic face. He cracked his knuckles in satisfaction, they may have fancy things but nothing was more personal than a fist to the jaw. Nothing more testing of a man’s true nature. Tye had not formally dressed up for the occasion; as his usual attire was generally smart casual anyway, a nice white shirt, usually stained with blood, a black button down vest and pants. His eyes flickered to the stage as his new employer began to speak.

Callahan was under know delusions as to what he had been contracted to do, it was something that he had been paid to do for most of his life; he was going to be paid to hurt someone, that’s just what he did. Still, regardless of the fact, this new employer did seem impassioned, more so than most. He must be desperate to reach his goal for him to assemble such a cabal of dark characters as his own personal work force. The man was bloodthirsty, a feeling Tye could spot from a mile away. It was a feeling he himself was born with on Mars. It was feeling that probably most of the other savages in the room with them all knew so well. 

With the session concluded, people, if you could actually call them that, began to file out of the room, no doubt to get drunk or get into a fight. Silently, Tye wondered if any of those men and women would finally be the ones to test him, he doubted it somehow. To hazard a guess, most of them would be dead from infighting within the first month of the insurgency. Even though most were leaving, Callahan remained. He knew that their employers words could easily sway the men but it would be his quiet actions in the presence of others that would show the Brutal Artist just what his new boss was about and just what exactly he had planned.