"Hotshot? New ones every day."
He would comment with a snort, it wasn't often that Grace gave him a nickname but he didn't mind it, crossing his Arms he looked after Xol giving a solemn nod to himself before turning his gaze towards Grace, he played it through in his head for a moment, the exploits they had exalted so far and every mission that became notches on his battered mind, fatigue set in for a moment and albeit brief he could for once take a deep breath.
"Yeah... lets get going."
He then turned fully to her giving her a idle clap on the shoulder before making his way likely with her in tow back the way they came, it all became routine, it became normal however some feelings and thoughts still gave him pause, but that would be things he had to worry about not anyone else.
For now one thing was clear, the Consortium was flourishing at the helm of one person:
Grace Zann
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