[center][color=bfff00][h1]Floyd "Flemma" Cloute[/h1][/color][/center][hr]
He had his alarms set in case, but he was already wide awake by the time it sounded. Unlike many of his to-be-met members, he was already prepared for this trip. His belongings already packed, not that there were much to begin with, his teeth brushed, his body showered, his breakfast ready the night before, and most importantly, his weapon well-sharpened. Today was the big day.

Flemma took a brief glance at his watch. He still had quite a bit of time before the first train arrived at his nearest station, so he took this time to get himself a smoke, knowing that the moment he hopped on that train, it would be a no-go until he reached the tower, hell even after it too knowing Soma. He reached out for the pack in his lime-green jacket hanging on the wall, opened it and singled out a cigarette by firmly holding down the rest with his thumb. He jerked his arm upward, shooting the cigarette up in the air before catching it elegantly with the same hand, inbetween his middle finger and the cigarette pack. After placing it inbetween his teeth and put away the pack, he grabbed his sword lying on the table in its scabbard, pointing the handle at the tip, letting a stream of purplish flame ignite the cigarette. His last moment of total freedom, he should enjoy it. 

Once the cigarette was finished, he promptly snuffed out the flames and tossed it into the bin. With that behind him, he grabbed everything he needed, making sure his travel passes were there, and made his way to the nearest train station. It would take a couple line transfer, but he should be transported right through the heart of the 2nd Pillar. The train would stop right by his destination as well, so no need for fancy GPS nonsense to guide his way there. 

One of the reasons Flemma was prepared for this trip was that they reached out to him quite early on. Not a two-day notice, but rather almost two weeks. He was initially quite reluctant to be returning, even under the promise of a comfy quality of life. That was actually exactly what those Solitas recruiters said to him many so years ago. 'Work for us, we're like a family. We will provide for you'. And what do you know. So he wasn't exactly smitten with this idea. Sure, he was living in a tiny cabin in the mountains, living each day by hunting and trading with the nearby villages, but there's a certain sense of freedom and peace that he craved after toiling for so long and so much in the fast lanes of Fortuna. It was only when the guy brought up a certain benefit would the former 'gladiator' be convinced to be back in this life. 

What better ways to be welcomed back to city-life than the cheerfully depressing sight of advertisement. Of all sorts. From the most fanciest vehicles to the most mundane of things like a water bottle. Everything with a fancy looking price tag and a tinsy bit of discount to make it look cheaper than it practically is. Sandwiching the transit map above the train door were two ads. Stepping out of the train you had a decent chance to be harassed by those sales officials. On the buildings in the distances were ads. It was everywhere, and Flemma'd be lucky to find a holographic screen that wasn't one of those thirsty corporate products. He did eventually find one with a less depressing sight: the murder of 36 individuals in an attack the day before.

The former FAC fighter stopped in the stream of commuters after exiting his last train to check out the news. Ignoring the funny notion that 36 people dying would just taint the reputation of the area, the fact that this was some political assassination was an interesting detail. It wasn't rare or anything, even back when he was still around, but it coincided with the mentioning that criminal activities were rising throughout the 2nd Pillar, indicating something big was going on in the background. He suspected it would probably just die down after a couple of months of investigations and back-and-forth condemnations but who knows. For sure though, he would be going in during the hot period, and he'd be curious to what he'd end up doing with these individuals. 

Flemma arrived at the Tower a few minutes earlier than expected. So he waited a bit outside before entering just before the designated time, guided by security to the proper elevator. His arrival would be within seconds before the clock hits 10 AM, accompanied by a rather casual mischievous wave.

[b][color=bfff00]"Hello hello. How precise would you rate my punctuality?"[/color][/b] The one-armed individual happily greeted the two as he approached the conference area, as well as whoever was around.