The Professional [Private] (Dated)

[Commander Feliks]

Nov 12, Year 4

The Commander waited, leaning against a wall in the dark alley, impenitently tapping his claw. It had been a long day, and now here he was waiting in the middle of the night for something that might not even happen. His Valkyrie waited, hidden in the shadows, scanning the surroundings for any possible threats.

With a sigh, he looked at his pocket watch, 1:30 in the morning. "If this Zebra does not show," he let the thought trail off with another sigh. This day hadn't quite gone has planned, but Ragnar assured him that things were alright. He was putting a lot of faith in the new Colonel, more than usual for the amount of intel he had on him. Going to have to fix that, think of how he could get more information on his adviser.

With another sigh, he continued waiting.