[i]I smile genuinely, seeing such an old friend was rare. He was right, it had been months since I'd seen him. The Coalition crashes and burned, and I fled with what remained of my organization. They were all killed or left to go starts new lives. I take a sip of drink, and set it on the counter with a faint thud before replying. [/i] Kent, I haven't seen you in a long time, friend; I've been doing good. [i]I duck as a bottle flies over my head and smashes against the wall, the sound of the glass unheard over the din of the bar. [/i] ....And how have you been?