[i]After everyone had ordered their stuff, but before Michael had spoken up, Colorado interrupted with a groan, glaring at Sykes, who'd just exited the kitchens when they'd started.[/i] "[b]Sykes, the service better be d*mn good to make up for all this gay sh*t you've set up. Get everyone their drinks, including a beer for me. Have Real choosers out for me, I trust him with that much, at least. "As for food, I'll have a burger, cooked by Gaffer, and some home fries. Drake and Sawyer'll be wanting the steak and baked potato, Alpha the salad, maybe a burger.[/b]" [i]Sykes bowed, and went back to inform the hired help of the orders. Meanwhile, Colorado listened with disinterest to Drake's sales pitch, struggling to hold back a laugh at the familiarity of the scene. At the end, the server reentered with everyone's drink on a platter, passing each out to everyone.[/i] "[u]Food shortly.[/u]" [i]He said with a glance to the Agent, who nodded back, and thus the waiter returned to the kitchen. Colorado allowed a white puff to burst from his mouth.[/i] "[b]I got this meeting together for family's sake. You all are welcome to do as you please following, but I've got sh*t to deal with now. F*cking black birds and building paperwork. Can't get out for any sort of sh*t anymore.[/b]" [i]The man's face had gone deathly serious, and he glanced at each in turn to ensure they understood the message. Then, a great big smile widened on his face, and he laughed.[/i] "[b]But...I can fund you. I can't believe I managed to hold onto this for so long, but I couldn't get you all together until it was finished, it wouldn't be right.[/b]" [i]Colorado pulled out his phone and pulled up a message, carrying both pictures and text detailing the repair and reconstruction done for the ship they all had known as home for some time, sliding the rectangle over to Drake.[/i]