[center][h3][color=#696969]Mathias Park[/color][/h3] [@ProPro][@FancyHats][@Sickle-cell][/center]
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	Mathias's face seemed to lighten softly behind his mazk as a disembodied voice echoed within the elevator. [i]"I can shed some light on that, Introductions are in order. I am Anonymous, information broker, part time contractor for the Consortium. Mr. Maxwell's superior requires that you escort me to Allston. Though I should advise you now, you will not see me. I never meet anyone face to face. No fret though. So long as you do your job, I will be there to do mine." [/i]

	[color=#696969]"Good morning [i]Inconnu[/i], a pleasure to be working with you again."[/color] Mathias said in a quiet, professional tone. He'd escorted the cape previously, and they had worked well in collaboration. As they were both informants Mathias held sincere respect for Anon, however knowing that he was an informant for hire, rather than one working exclusively for the Consortium, Mathias also knew well enough to hold his tongue regarding [i]personal[/i] information.

	As the elevator doors slid open, Mathias bowed his head politely to his employer, Hugo Maxwell, before walking to the familiar mini-bar Maxwell kept in his office. Filling a shaker with cracked ice, Mathias poured a bottle labeled "Noilly Prat" in to the shaker and stirred it for a few moments, before straining the dry vermouth into the sink. He then produced a bottle of clear liquor that read "Beefeater" and poured about 12 ounces into the shaker. After stirring it for a few moments, Mathias retrieved three chilled martini glasses from the mini-bar's refrigerator and poured the drinks out perfectly, each one meticulously leveled with the others. Finally, Mathias removed a small box from his jacket pocket and opened it, revealing an assortment of icy garnishes. In each glass he placed a single olive, as well as a beautifully cut lemon twist, before placing two of the three drinks on Maxwell's Desk, one in front of Taser, and one in front of his own seat.

	With the third drink in hand, Mathias approached Maxwell and politely took the Glass from his hand, exchanging it with Mathias's own Martini. [color=#696969]"You should know better than to have a drink of your own creation in my presence Maxwell."[/color] He said softly, though in a polite voice.

	Mathias then removed his Mask, as a show of good faith to Tracer, and set it on the desk before picking up his Martini and taking a sip. Mathias's snow white hair fell over his face as he took his seat, covering his right eye. If tracer paid close enough attention, she might have seen the strange design of Mathias's [url=https://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/death-parade/images/6/61/Decim%27s_Eye.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/640?cb=20150504123138]irises[/url]. Taking another slow sip from his Martini, Mathias watched Maxwell, listening closely. 

	After Maxwell had finished speaking, Mathias spoke gently, offering a small correction; [color=#696969]"Escorting sir, Escorting... Any areas of particular interest, or should we simply patrol until our mutual friend uncovers something of interest?"[/color] He asked curtly,