A splash of scotch touches Yankee’s lips as he takes a sip from his glass, a small smile appearing on his smile when he hears Monochrome ask for a drink. “That’s the spirit. Bravo, pass the stallion a glass.” The pegasus reaches over, the steel coloring in his eyes matching the glisten of his arrows as they lightly shine under his wings. Picking up a bottle of bourbon and a small glass, he fills it halfway and tosses a couple of ice cubes in there as well. Placing the bottle back on the table he leans back and returns to his own beverage, leaving the glass to sit there. A moment later the glass glows green and levitates over to the Equinox guard, courtesy of Yankee’s magic. "On the house. Now let's see... hiring mercenaries? We actually did once; I'm sure you all met him a short time ago. If we had sent one our agents, none of you would be here speaking with us. The 26 is much more than your average sell-swords; they get hired to kill or capture someone who owes a debt or retrieve a small parcel. We lead armies, overthrow entire regimes; the Initiative was a way to improve survivability in the field, and it has. This isn't a hasty decision that was made on a whim." The Director takes another sip of his beverage, twirling on his chair to face the large wall sized windows lining opposite of the group. “Foxtrot is a prime example of this; reconditioning a consciousness from trauma, we even brought back his magical ability. How many years has it been Fox, 2 or 3 that you haven't had it?"

"Why the war then?" Foxtrot asks. "A civil conflict just to enhance the training? Isn't that a bit overkill!?"


"The country was falling apart, with or without our involvement it would have the same fate." Yankee answers as he looks over his shoulder. "We controlled the collateral damage it had on the nation. Leaning forward, his eyes narrow as a grin trickles over his face. "Irony though, the one thing to end the conflict was something we lost control of, Agent 04. Your little stunt in Calais drove everyone to peace. Tell me, you think Samiel will stop going after you when this is done?"

"There's one way to find out." Foxtrot replies, taking a step forward. "Like I said before, you're all under arrest."

Yankee gets up and stretches, "I'm sorry you feel that way Fox. Of course you know that we can't make that happen. What's unfortunate is that you're all outnumbered." His right hoof rests on the hilt of his sword as his hind hooves begin to glow.