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John walked in to the tavern and sat down at the bar. There was no bartender, so he reached over the counter and grabbed a Canadian. He sipped it quietly and slowly, looking around for any signs of his guild members.

Eriku walked into the room, a disappointed look on her face. She had been looking forward to her first mission, but unfortunately there were none she could join at the moment. She saw a soldier helping himself to a drink. She remembered him, he had welcomed her to the guild after introducing herself. She went over to the bar and put a kettle on the stove, preparing herself some tea.

She looked back in the man's direction. "I don't believe I know the meaning of FUBAR. . . ." Realizing what she'd said she quickly changed the subject to hide her little knowledge of the military. "Is this your first mission?"
She had read the profiles of most of the members and remembered that his name was John.

She nodded. "Yes, I'm new to the military. . . ." She didn't want to mention WHY she had transfered from ninjitsu teaching to the army. She shook off the memory and turned back to the situation at hand. "I transfered in just yesterday as a matter of fact." She finished preparing her tea and started to clean the dishes she had dirtied before she would drink.

"Ah...nice." he said. "I joined Conflict a couple of days ago, maybe 4 or 5." he told her. He sipped the remaining bit of beer he had left and stood up, reached up over the barstool and grabbed a bottle of Crown Royal, a Pepsi, Ice and a glass and began to pour himself a drink. He mixed it and drank a quarted of it in one gulp.

"Yes, in this guild, yes." he answered her. He downed another 1/4 of his beverage, and looked at Eriku. "You'll be fine...just listen to your orders and you will get home safely. Dont worry. If you want to, ill go through your first mission with you, after im done mine, of course." he asked.

"You'll get it after about 3 missions. Just think about something other than the task at hand and relax. Im sure C.L. wont let you do a very dangerous mission to start anyway.' he said reassuring her. He gulped the last of his drink and held back a burp, as in the presence of a lady, it was ungentleman-like to excrete gases from any part of the body.