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[b]Fort Richardson, Anchorage, Alaska, United States of America - 12/31/2023, 2:00 PM, UTC-8[/b]

As The Liberator stepped into one of the base's conference rooms, an ever-permeating tension filled the air, making it almost thick enough to cut through like jelly. There was very little substance to the feelings of surrounding personnel- after all, Everett had done everything in his power to make himself seem affable, but it was human nature that came to bite him in the ass once again. After all, humans instinctively feared uncontrollable variables, and he was a walking, talking example of one. 

"Liberator- glad you could make it. Please, have a seat anywhere.", said the presenter, voice slightly edgy.

What followed was what felt like an eternally-long debrief on Task Force Obsidian; their members, leadership, command structure, all that good stuff. It was evident that they were powerful, but as the conference went on longer, it was also apparent that the power they held, however vast, required assistance from somewhere. That was, naturally, where he came in. Why wouldn't it be? It made sense that their top domestic asset was converted into their only international one. It was simple law of the jungle.

Once it was all over, the same presented asked the same question he'd heard hundreds of times in his career. "Any questions regarding your objective?"

[color=#1900FF]"Nope, all clear. Thank you."[/color], he said before excusing himself from the room. Opening the double doors without more than a slight tap, he then made his way to the canteen at enhanced, but not quite super speeds, taking his time to serve himself what would likely be his last meal on American soil for a long time. Grilled chicken with seasoned rice and mixed vegetables was hardly a bad meal choice, and it was this that he took to an empty table and ate [i]slowly[/i], making sure to take his time to savor the dish.

After finishing it, he checked his watch, and upon seeing that it now read [b]5:30 PM[/b], he quickly tossed the disposable tray into the garbage and headed to the nearest clearing without much else but a wave in the way of goodbyes; unfortunately, the meeting and his meal had gone on way longer than expected and he was about to be late, so without much thought, he manifested his Noble Arm and practically threw himself into the sky, breaking the sound barrier once it was safe to and speeding up ridiculously once he reached the stratosphere.

[b]Mexican Restaurant, Municipality of Lubao, Pampanga Province, Luzon, Philippines - 1/1/2023, 9:45 AM, UTC+8[/b]

Since he was relatively skilled at geography, pinpointing Luzon wasn't exactly difficult once he descended enough for his standard vision to be undisturbed by cloud cover. Remembering where Pampanga and Lubao were was a bit more difficult, though, so even though he'd taken around six minutes to arrive, he took another nine to actually find the meeting spot once he began flying lower.

Sightings would've been reported far before that, though, so Obsidian likely knew he was in the area before he finally spotted the restaurant from about five kilometers up. In order to land, The Liberator simply allowed himself to freefall downwards, making sure to keep his feet pointed at the ground like a cliff diver before kneeling down and touching his fist to the ground the split-second he landed in order to execute a perfect superhero landing.

As a plus, he also subtracted all of the momentum he'd generated so he didn't pothole the ground he landed on; a detail that was not seen nor felt by anyone other than him, but would probably be helpful in a minor way; like not getting the party banned from the restaurant. It was then that, after seeing a familiar face from the debrief, he introduced himself, giving the Task Force a small wave before smoothing his collar and adjusting his cape.

[color=#1900FF]"Hey there! I take it you wonderful people are gonna be the ones I'll be working with for the foreseeable future. I'm The Liberator- you should have had all the other stuff you needed to know sent to you a few days ago, so I won't go on boring you with extra details you've probably already seen."[/color] he said before pulling up a chair and taking a seat on it. [color=#1900FF]"So... what's good here? No, seriously, I've never been to this particular restaurant -or country- before."[/color]