Geno's exact whereabouts during the idle time between missions was almost never consistent. Often he would scour the streets of the concrete jungle above, searching for new contracts, info or prey. Tonight was a bit different however. Since the genesis of what Brooker liked to call "Thieves Inc," there had never been more than the two of them. That name never grew on Geno, but it wasn't really his concern either.

With tonight being the first night of new recruits, Geno remained within the walls of the guild-home, in spite of his cohort still being oblivious to his presence. He expected as much from Brooker, after all, he did spend most of the day in the fitness hall.

The main chamber of the establishment branches to each of the major sections of the base, and was designed to have a relaxing and social feeling to it, but also doubled as the brief/debrief room, with a drop-down projector system. It would be here that upon returning from his exercise, Brooker would find Geno entering from the kitchen with a short but wide glass of what looked like water. Brooker knew all too well that it was most likely alcohol, and not plain water.

Geno made his way to one of the couches near the edge of the circular arrangement that decorated the center of the room, and nodded to Brooker as he sat facing the projector, glass in hand upon the arm-rest.