"So, the ol' saloon." Lucas said to himself, readjusting his brown vest-shirt and clearing his throat. He normally wouldn't be allowed in the saloon, as he was only nineteen. Fortunately, he was a Knight, and this was the regular place for meetings, as the bartender/owner was also a Knight. Although he didn't help on missions, he was still a great ally, providing a base of operations for the squad. Lucas quickly checked his tool belt to see if he had stashed his Hand Cannon in his tool belt. He luckily did, but silently cursed himself for not checking before leaving the house.

Lucas entered the bar, his nose immediately assaulted by an odd smell. He hated that smell, this was why he would probably never drink, booze smelled awful. He assumed it also tasted awful too. He shot the old man tending the bar a glance before making his way down into the wine cellar. He saw the boss, as well as a new face. He was young too, most members of the Knights were. They were the young, fresh, and lively, they had to be to fight the punks and jerks of Columbia. "Hey, new guy, I'm Lucas. Who're you?" He asked, pulling up a chair, and pulling out his Hand Cannon and investigating the chamber.