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the spartan reaches into a pouch on the front of his armor and extracts a small card from it the card was nothing more then his military id but instead of a name it just said SPARTAN B312 for six had no real name or a name he could remember

The tom snuck a glance at his card, not like e was trying to hide that he was looking or anything, but he was kind of curious

catching the cats gaze he walked over the metal of his boots if you could call them boots making a thumping noises as they hit the wooden floor as he laid the card down for the cat to see why he was showing to a cat was anyones guess but six was smart he knew this cat knew more then it was letting on and when your a spartan trusting your instincts was always best

He sat up, the tip of his tail twitching as he seemed to read over it a couple of times before he looked back up. Flicking his torn ear, he silently nodded with a look that said the words he couldn't speak in the form, which were ' You know, Dont you?'

"your more then appearance gives away" the spartan understood slightly as he left the card there it had his height weight SPARTAN id tag call sign but his real name was nowhere to be found on the card

The 4 cats who were still on the ground looked up at him and he just gave them a grin and a nod. Each had their own reactions, though none seemed very negative. He soon stood to his usually tall height, unsheathing his claws as the pure white cat brang him a small piece of paper, To which he wrote on it. Im quite happy someone had finally noticed. it was getting pretty boring, seeming as nobody was suspicious of a group of cats waltzing into a bar. He wrote with his claw, turning it to him

"a lot more weirder things have wandered through these doors in their defense and no i am not a machine"

Your an interesting fellow 'Spartan'. The toms leg slightly twitched as he continued. I like interesting. Make sure you watch your back around cats too. Never know which could be a wild one. He jumped down and turned to the juke box which was playing music that he certainly didn't like. he fidgeted with a few of the nobs with his snout until it turned to 'I cant decide' by Scissor Sisters

"I won't see wild cats only the blood of the battlefield" his mind flashes back to reach to its desolate land as he turns to return to his seat taking the card reach would also pain him like an old wound that will never fade

He nodded for a second before nudging the 4 cats, signaling them to the outside for a second. all of them followed the high-raised cat outside. they were out for around 5 minutes, though another group of 5 came in, And it was obvious it was the same few cats that had come, aswell as they all hand the familiar cat ears and tails. The black and orange tom was about the same height as the spartan, as he let himself slide back onto a chair, humming along with the song he earlier turned on with a toothy grin. he had fingerless gloves on, though they were connected to extremely sharp mechanic claws that were connected to the black gloves as he tapped the counter with it, creating a few scrapes

he looked up at him then back to his gear then at his arm as his mind was still on reach he could feel the heat of the blade pierce his arm the blood flow down his broken armor and body

The hybrid paid him no mind, focusing on the music, the group not liking his grin. The same grin that he had when he did all those murdering methods in the song that was playing in the background. they sat beside him, all talking out territory defenses

he reaches by his waist and picks up a weapon activating the indigo blue blade of the Energy Sword the same weapon that he saw kill emile a same type of weapon that had wounded his body but six held no grudges spartans aren't allowed to hold grudges

His eyes slightly darted to the weapon in awe " Cool sword. seems like a fun thing to slash people with, huh?" he joked

"this weapon holds more value then a tool with which to end life" his tone was neutral devoid of life

The fun glint in his eyes dispersed, his grin turning into a frown that held far too many words" Y'know, just because you have a dark past, doesn't mean you don't have to be all serious" he stated, blank-faced. " Your reactions read like an open book. " He gave him an intimate smile " I can, And will dig deeper and exploit everything you know if you get on my bad side." The smile came forced as he stood, beckoning his group of people to a table

"there's nothing to uncover of a man who doesn't exist" his very existence was so hush hush that if you got a hold of his file all it would say it REDACTED

" I know my ways. connections if you will." he combed a few hairs out of his eye " That's the key to information. you have to know certain people."

"they won't reveal my past for it doesn't exist i am and forever will be nothing more then a SPARTAN III"

" Your so bland for a Spartan " He stuck his tongue out, acting like a bored teenager in school- even though he was 25. " Yall spartan looking people get more action in far cry."