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Albert just smirked somewhat somberly. These folks were rather forthcoming, a balm to the wound. It had been a while since he had seen this kind of down-to-earth people. These days the world had gone to hell, and he could not find this kind... of homely feeling anymore. But with Regan, Teagan, that kid and the old couple, it seemed as if he was one of the normals again. That all the bloodshed that had happened, and all the barriers had broken mattered not. He was just a normal bloke once again.

"Well." Albert begun to say, as he winced, the stitches in his back pulling his skin as he took a seat. "Pleasure's mine, ma'am." he quickly pieced together as he shook the hand of the old woman, sitting beside the firefighter and the fellow officer. He had a somewhat tired smile, and his eyes seemed to drift in the distance of a gray world once more. The question was asked.

"I was the one yes." He replied curtly, detached. He had gone beyond the step of being reluctant about it. There was so many things he was reluctant to talk about, and this one...felt like one the lesser ones. "They got Officer McKenzie. Poor lad. With a Grenade. I had to...well, resort to lethal force." He added, trying to tactfully describe the grisly situation. However, his expression became even more detached as he followed with a really neutral statement. "Not the worst I've ever had, but still not nice." He finished. 

"SAR, huh. You want to die young, lass." Albert blurtly stated as he heard the firefighter's rant. "Still, it's a noble endeavour and you need brass...ovaries in your case to take it. If you don't end up in the cemetery, you're gonna get some medals." He added.

"Still, I think that as the oldest of the lot, I have to well, show you the lucky charms and stuffs. Maybe even bring some chat topic." Albert said. "PART, uh? Hm... Well I've given some thought. It would also showcase my real skill in some stuff." He pondered.

"Well, right, I think It would be fine if you two ladies knew the truth about me. I've been laying low for a while... but I do have a big story on my back, you see." Albert said, as he brought his wallet, carefully unfolding it, producing a couple of medals.

One of them was the [i]Victoria's Cross[/i]

The other one was one of a kind. Only a handful of those had ever been coined. A small, but carefully crafted medal in platinum, with an exquisite calligraphy. A representation of an Spear overimposed a bolt of Lightning could be seen. [i]United Nations - GSF - Albert "Gungnir" Wolfe - For Services rendered.[/i]

"Take a good luck at these. It was folks like you who made this possible. I normally don't take pride on these things, stained with so many deaths. But people like you two are worth showing to." Albert added, as he shuffled with a menu, obviously somewhat awkward of revealing the contents of the wallet.