Upon Arthur's inquiry as to whether Agent Galahad had been aware of the Coalition organization, he'd reply with an even "
No." This launched a lengthy preface into the organization itself and the manner of events revolving around its activities, and beyond.
Naturally this left Hart a bit bewildered as to the presence of an actual multiverse, let alone a functional organization comprised of individual across the stars working in tandem... against those of similar circumstances.
Almost familiar, almost similar. But frankly different.
Indubitably, it came easy to Galahad after a moment's consideration of the facts laid bare before him. It was as it was and it would be; the natural order of things. Or perhaps, unnatural, considering the actual circumstances?
Nonetheless, his was a duty in action, not contemplation. Perhaps the latter could come later over a fine glass of Hirsch Reserve once this was all set and done, in his own time, in his own home.
This was a mission, and it would be incomparable to anything prior. Ever.
Touch the stars indeed; maybe the experience would be incredible.
Though he drooped, very slightly with eyes glancing upward just ever so, at his destination once Arthur'd gotten to the important bits.
"New York. Or some variation thereof; you understand."
So much for touching the stars.
Nothing compared to his lofty London; the English were just somewhat more... composed.
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Ah, this would do. My respects to the proprietor; a shame, its condition however."
A neutral remark in regard to the Wayne Manor's state, as Agent Galahad translocated throughout its chambers. The docket of data he'd received beforehand, as he was somewhat late to the party (hush you), indicated the potential of the Coalition's objective being present within these premises. Emphasis on potential. To what reason, he hardly knew why. The Waynes were a wealthy and philanthropic family, evidently so when they bankrolled much of the goodwill accommodations to the citizens of the city nearby. Good people at heart. A shame, the state of affairs of it all.
Being who he was though, he couldn't help but suspect...
Maybe there was more to this family? Or the Manor specifically---
Others would make their presence known through whatever means, opening a door, footsteps, or such. Galahad turned to face the newcomers, albeit visibly tensed.
He found himself in the foyer of the mansion, rendering it very clear that someone would come through the front door, somehow by one way or another. Just strange that a meeting would occur just now.
He'd break the silence quickly however, at the involved parties' sudden discovery of well... each other.
"
Hello, quite the nice post-apocalyptic day to spelunk empty mansions?"
A light joke tossed in within his harmless greeting, followed by a disarming smile.
"
You're with the Coalition, yes?"
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