John Casey

The team of four behind the man shot backwards a step and a fumble, the man smiled once more his lips pursed out and he said "John Casey" Luke smiled back and went towards the bags that he was conscripted to carry.

A firm hand was planted on his shoulder he shot back a look to see the man once again smiling, Luke asked in a breathless voice "what's wrong" the pressure his atop his shoulder felt as if a shark held him in a tight grasp, the man showed a set of sharp dagger Teeth and said "don't worry about the bags il carry them in for you, they are quite heavy you see, we would be happy just to have someone to talk to"

luke trembled the concrete paving below him screeched aloud and he steadied himself faint words fell from his mouth and he said "that's fine thanks you" the hand atop his shoulder eased and the man walked off carrying a bag on his shoulder with ease.

all members of the team gathered around the gate, they all were rank D however within each rank of development power differences were huge, it would be better to categorise them into subdivisions however it was never implemented.

The smiling man bore a smile still and stepped into the gate, following him the four others and the Porter pushed forward as well.