[centre][color=800000][b][H2]Kysar Proctus[/H2][/b][/color]
[h3][i]“Venator”[/i][/h3][/centre]
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The wind howled as Kysar entered his new room. With his old one given away (a little too quickly in his opinion) the staff had sorted him a last minute replacement. Gravity felt heavier than usual as every single step towards his bed proved harder than the last. Saying he had had a long night felt like an understatement the size of a Reaper. Even Outcasts' little reveal had no effect on the Turian although Janiri in her coma would have guessed that he was Cerberus. Sure, the Hierarchy had released an APB on Randall some time ago but aside from that footnote as long as his gun pointed the same way as the SRN teams, the Tinman was ok with Kysar.

The Turian exhaled with a deep, almost pain sounding noise as he finally reached his bed. Removing his gear, he made sure to put his weapons within reach, even if the armour fell to the floor, clattering away. Flopping onto the spread, he ended up on his back before bringing up his omni-tool. Connecting wirelessly to the room he shut the window and the blinds, flicking away an option to turn on the lights. Comfortable in the dim orange glow, he quickly skimmed the hospital reports from Katya and Janiri, wondering if this new President in his little hidey-hole could help. Coma or not, they were still SRN and had almost given their lives for the mission.

Sighing, he moved on, noticing that his personal items had been brought to his room and placed on his bedside table. The sight of the letter from Sarah and the kids almost made him smile. [i]Maybe I should write back?[/i] he thought. He hadn’t sent them any sort of response although he doubted that they would’ve heard about the ambush or his capture. A wave of tiredness washed over him from head to toe, pushing the Turian’s body deeper into the mattress. He waved the idea away, opting to transfer 200 credits to them instead. They were with the Alliance in some camp in London, at least their officials could be trusted to see the money get to the family.

[i]*Ping*[/i]

A message from the Hierarchy appeared. Kysar snorted a curt laugh. Undoubtedly they had read his report and were pissed that he hadn’t given them Weisman. The Turian’s head tilted to the side. He could always give them Randall? Pausing for just a moment, he curled his lip and shook his head. [i]Na, not yet at least.[/i]

Without even bothering to open the message, Kysar shooed his Omni-tool away leaving the room in complete darkness. Turning on his side, he drifted off to sleep.