Miles listened to the briefing, his expression impassive. Truth be told, he cared not about these mortal affairs... but caring never played a factor in completing his job. Not a single muscle in his betrayed his emotions, and he sat with his back ramrod straight through it all. One or two times, he glanced at the others in the room - an eclectic mix, for sure. It wasn't anything new to him, of course. After all, he'd been part of the Royal Hounds for decades, and had seen countless recruits come and go. But the sight of Legion irked him, why the Crown thought taking the demon in was a good idea baffled him. It seemed like all he did was kill indiscriminately, and Miles was suddenly reminded of the soldiers of the Underground; motivated by nothing more than their own desire for bloodshed. In his opinion, creatures like Legion should be put down, not given official permission to wreak havoc. Unfortunately, since they weren't even in the same corps, Miles had little to no say in the matter, but a quick look around, and it seemed to him like he wasn't the only one to think that way.

Soon enough, the meeting was over, and immediately, everyone was heading off to conduct their own, respective duties. A deep, rumbling voice belonging to Oni reached his ears, calling for all the Hell Hounds to congregate at a different briefing room. Miles smoothly stood up, straightened his suit jacket before making his way there. A short walk and elevator ride was all it took, and he soon found himself in a yet deeper subterranean level of the facility. The Royal Hounds Headquarters, as Miles had observed over the years, almost seemed like a living being. The hallways always remained unchanging, but at the same time, they grew - sprawling and spreading for miles underground. There were parts of the facility that remained a mystery, even to Miles. His knowledge of HQ was confined to a certain area, but for now, it was enough to get him by.

[i]Briefing Room 1-A[/i], said the label above the door, written in black lettering. This was where they were supposed to meet. Pushing the door open, Miles quietly slipped inside. He supposed the reason they were all here was so they could discuss the details of the mission, but really, none of them seemed eager to speak up. Of course, there were a few latecomers, but that was to be expected of humans. He found his place near the left of the room, leaning against the cool drywall, far away from Dragon. Miles knew the other's temperament all too well, and he didn't like the idea of being so close if things got heated. For now, Miles simply kept an eye on the situation. Since they were waiting for the rest of the Hell Hounds to arrive, there really was no need for conversation just yet.