Arl set down his now empty vessel of whatever alcoholic beverage the Commissar was serving that day and sent an acknowledgement to the summons.

He smile briefly at his boon companions and simply said "Duty calls" to no one in particular.

No one batted an eye as he strode away from the confines of the "recreational center."

Arl drew his cloak around him, as if to ward off a chill, rolling up his right sleeve and fingering the scars conceal beneath. He strode purposefully toward the safe-house, careful to take a circuitous path, lest he be followed. When the hunt began, it was best to ensure you were the hunter.

He arrived with a few minutes to spare, nodding to Sister Severine as he tossed the Credit Guild cloak aside and took a seat.