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[centre][h1][color=Silver]Greg Kennedy[/color][/h1][/centre]
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[color=gray]	Finally, his words were praised by but a single response. Greg carried a new smirk on his face, rubbing his finger-tips on the brown stubble peppering his chin and surrounding his mouth. The bristling sound would've been bliss if one of these [i]comrades[/i] happened to be a fan of ASMR. Nonetheless, he returned the conversation.[/color]

[Color=Silver][b]"Well, what can I say? Shifty bastard meets me in the alleyway, tells me my own lifestory and then offers me a twisted job with little time to think...Sounds like a job I'd take any day in this bloody country."[/b][/color] [color=gray]He smirked once again to himself, wiping his feet on the doormat before entering more.

       He was cut off by the door opening a second time, this time a [i]familiar[/i] face bringing itself indoors. He remembered it, passing the man a few times in the corridors of the NB Police Department. They most likely hadn't spoken a few times, and Greg's mind sometimes clouded over the tagic events he so missed. Simply nodding to him the instant their eyes met, he moved to the kitchen area and leant against the counter.[/color]

[color=00aeef][b]"Would you like a drink?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]He wasn't sure who she was asking, so he waited. There was a short silence, so his assumption was it being aimed at him, regardless if he was wrong or not.[/color]

[Color=Silver][b]"Nah...Brought my own."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Greg pulled out a small canteen, a faded insignia bearing on its outer-shell. The eyes that would pay attention would recognise it as the RMC's one, now seeming as a mear-legend with the Military standings. His lips made contact with it as he let a small gulp seep out. He was polite, not too loud when he spoke. The general man to talk to when issues were faced. In fairness, he'd most likely had travelled the most out of the team due to the countless jobs and Operations he'd experienced. His eyes looked at Lily, who also was in the kitchen, before signalling that it was directed to everyone.[/color] [color=silver][b]"Come on, let's hear a bit about yourselves before I start boring you with my dull past."[/b][/color]

      [Color=gray]As indicated earlier, those with the keen eyes and attention to detail would've figured that the last sentence was no more than a lie. It wasn't boring, but rather tragic when it came to war. Hiding it with humour was one way to go about living in public.[/color]