Cheering broke out at one of the tables as a tall, powerfully built young man walked into the diner. He grinned and walked over to them, shedding the black bomber jacket that identified him as a member of OMEN- Organisation for Mutant Extermination and Neutralization. Its full title was clearly designed around the word OMEN. Not that anyone really cared. OMEN was respected around most parts. And the young man that had just walked in was clearly respected among his teammates. "Six of your finest orders of burgers and fries, and six large Cokes!" One of them declared. The waitress nodded, smiling. "Right, everyone, pay up." Someone called. The newcomer reached into his pocket for his wallet, but was shouted down by five voices. "Nope, Seth, you're the hero of today! This one's on us!" He laughed and thanked them. Their food came and they all started eating hungrily. "So, Seth. Tell us exactly what happened." One of them asked. He nodded, swallowing his mouthful of burger. "Okay, so..." He recounted the story of how he and two others had been faced against two powerful mutants. Towards the end of the fight, his two partners had been knocked out. Both mutants were wanted for testing, so Seth's orders had been to attempt to knock them out and only kill them if necessary. Seth had managed to knock them both out, call for backup, tie them up, and have his teammates in the recovery position before the backup arrived. And now he was a hero. "Guys, I'm going to get another drink. Move!" His friends moved for him as he went up to the counter. Now that his jacket was gone, he was simply in a plain white shirt and black combats. His gun was in a holster, but out of sight, tucked into the waistband of his trousers. He leaned on the counter and waited for the waitress's attention. He noticed a girl with dirty blonde hair a little way down the counter. He grinned at her and jerked his head towards his table. "Hey, sorry for them being so rowdy." He said apologetically.