[center][h1][color=9e0b0f]Reeves 'Reaver' Kamdo[/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=hotpink]"Name's One-Arm, I don't think I recognize you. That means you're either very good or very bad at what you do."[/color] Jesse said from beside him. Reaver didn't look his way, giving a casual but hard stare at Callum and Scarleth while they sat across from him. His arms were crossed, hands over a few scars along his skin. He knew who they were, and if he had met them a year previous they would be on his 'to kill' list. 

Finally he glanced to Jesse, but the man had already looked away by that point, and Reaver shrugged. He leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up nonchalantly, closing his eyes and not really caring what was going on around him. He wasn't entirely sure why he was here, but hey, whatever happens happens. 

Mr. White walked into the room and gave his whole speech while Reaver was still keeping the appearance of being too tired to care. Truthfully he listened to every word, but his appearance wasn't a full lie. He didn't really think it was worth listening to in the long run, at least until he heard the whole thing. In true criminal fashion, his supposed 'comrades' began to question the old man on about everything. 

He let out a small grin as he listened to them. They were much more predictable than he had originally thought, which means if he ever did have to take them out, he'd simply need tried and true methods of execution. The others he noted as well. Henri Lawrson, he'd heard of her. Tesra... Finally, he opened his eyes and leaned forward. He put his pinky in his ear and began digging around in there, looking like he was just awoken from a nice sleep unexpectedly. "[color=9e0b0f]Listen Mr. White, as much as I'd love to go and kill people, it's kinda hard to listen on an empty stomach. You got any food 'round here?[/color]"