It was as Connor was finishing what he had found to be a truly delicious kabob (of which he had only eaten the meat, avoiding at all costs the detestable vegetables that people were obsessed with forcing upon both themselves and others) that he had observed, with minor amusement, the 'magic' the sages preformed. It was droll and uninteresting, really a boring stunt, more to stun the masses who had no idea or concept of how optical magic worked, it was clear and apparent that while yes there was a certain amount of energy used by the sages it wasn't nearly as magnificent as it appeared to an untrained observer. Connor noted that while the Phoenix appeared to be massive it was really only a thin layer meant to be visually impairing so as to avoid any close observation, he also noted that while all eight sages on stage appeared to pour energy into it, the construct really only took a minor amount of the magic any of the individual sages should have been able to produce at any given moment. All in all, while the spectacle seemed to have enthralled the masses Connor was wholly unamused with the waste of time that the spectacle truly was. 

Connor's scathing internal monologue based around a critique of how disappointed he was with the sages show was interrupted, as Chi, who's stomach apparently did not agree with the kabob he had just eaten, tooted, launching him forward slightly and sending a puff of flames into the crowd behind him.

It was for that reason that Connor was in a fit of giggling when the courier approached, apprehensibly asking "Are you the T.A.C. Officer, Connor De'Finn?"

Connor spun doing a large mock bow so deep that the nose of his mask touched the floor, "That I am, and why might I ask, do you ask?"

"I have a letter here for you sir." The courier thrusted the envelope at Connor, who took it with curiosity.

Connor waved as the courier walked away, then tore into the envelope, inside was a letter that appeared to be from on-high in the T.A.C. Command and as such was extremely important, so of course instead of doing any diligent reading he promptly began skimming through, Dear Connor, yada yada yada, excelled at the academy, blah blah blah, thanks to your skills at, blegh blegh blegh, due to the above statements you have been assigned to the Interceptor Squad, please report to the Private Marrow Lock Airship hangar bay listed, to meet with your squad leader Kovalev and prepare for your initial mission.

Connor sighed, it looked like his fun time in the city was going to be over and done with. He began walking towards the direction where he thought the hangar bay was.