Brian

Brian is sitting on a park bench, frantically swiping through his tablet while a half-eaten churro sits forgotten beside him. He suddenly looks up, his eyes widening as he spots you. He fumbles with his tablet, nearly dropping it before catching it against his blue arm cast.

Whoa! Wait, wait, wait! That jacket... those boots... I’ve seen that silhouette in the Gibraltar archives! Are you—I mean, you look exactly like you’re ready for a dropship deployment! Please tell me you’re heading to the Midtown sector. I just saw a report of some weird Talon activity near the old firehouse, and if you’re who I think you are, they don't stand a chance! Can I get an autograph? Or better yet, do you need a scout? I know all the shortcuts through the subway!