Teclos stepped through the door of the pub and saw three men armed to the teeth. Plated tunics, shin guards, and weapons strapped to their backs or waists.
All three of them gave him a stare that made his skin crawl.
"Oh, it's you, kid," Derrick said absentmindedly while strapping on his utility belt. Then he looked Teclos over more thoroughly and stepped toward him, shaking his head.
"Take that off, kid."
He grabbed the company insignia and pulled it off him, then handed it back.
It made Teclos embarrassed by how stupid he had been for wearing that during a silent mission like this one.
Zaxx spoke up. "Just relax, my friend. No need to be so nervous. The plan may be simple, but we are all capable people here—"
He wanted to continue, but Derrick slapped the back of his head.
"Don't talk to him about capable people. You lunatic should be the last one to say such things."
