[color=ed1c24]"Spectre, you know how much trouble we get in when we do this!"[/color] The rotating Ghost known as Torren yelped chasing his Guardian.

[color=92278f]"Oh come on, we only get in trouble if Zavala catches us."[/color] The pilot laughed holding a bundled up cloak full of fruit. Walking past Holiday tossing her the keys to the ship. [color=92278f]"Holliday Manus Celer Dei is checking in for repairs."[/color] The woman gave him a thumbs up not even bothering to break her stride across the hangar. 

[color=ed1c24]"Hey how come you always land the ship yourself and don't let it auto dock?"[/color] His ghost asked the Hunter, having always questioned why he didn't trust the computer.

[color=92278f]"Simple, I like landing. Plus I like to tell Holiday when I need maintenance or just a refuel."[/color] The Hunter shrugged looking at his ghost as started down hall to the Tower Plaza. He saw one of Vanguard Titan's walk out and head straight towards him, crap. Zavala must have sent one of the Titan's on stand by to 'check' his bags he was strict about food brought back to the city.

Torren groan into his ear. [color=ed1c24]"Now you've done it, Zavala said he would ground you were caught bringing food in again!"[/color]

Spectre threw a smoke bomb at the ground, turning him invisible as the Titan that had been sent came barreling towards him. He ran turning visible seconds later, using his quick steps he managed to get up to the Future War Cult lounge and hide his ill gotten gains before walking down, smirking at the Titan. He was really glad he'd signed on with them, they always had his back.

The larger man grumbled. "Zavala wants you in the hall, now. He has a mission that requires a skilled guardian." With that he turned and walked away, Holliday wore a grin having returned to her favorite seat in the house watching the chase. Spectre rolled his eyes and walked on, letting the woman carry on her work.

Spectre was trouble, everyone in the Tower knew that... But trouble was fun.