Jul 10 16:56:12 109 PA - Gabriel and Bud Nearly Meet

From Chronicles

Jul 10 16:56:12 109 PA.

MAIN STREET

Another man enters the area, a shorter fellow coming from the north with a small pack carried across his shoulder, tucked beneath arm and torso. He's accompanied by a medium-sized dog that can't be more than a friendly mutt at his side. Though very at ease with his surroundings, his own demeanor by what is visible quite obviously identifies him as some kind of soldier, or at least someone who thinks of himself as a soldier. Or perhaps just a guy who feels good in a uniform. It's tough to tell on the streets. Won't be long until he's reached the building across from the Precinct, the one that houses the Office of Strategic Services.

Bud pays little attention to the people around doing what they normally do, bustling from here to there, doing what random people do. Bud however has approached the doors to the Office of Strategic Services seeming to try and read any propaganda he can find on the windows before trying the door.

Reading the door requires entering the office building's small atrium, and at that involves moving up to the third floor. The door is fairly bland, simply displaying the company name and logo in the beauty of neat, trim minimalism. The other man whose name might be able to be read at this point up close has now approached closely enough to smile and ask in a thickly-accented Kentucky-drawl, "Afternoon. Gabriel, can I help you?" The door is easily opened and swung inside quite casually, almost as if he owns the place.

Bud smiles and says with a Spanish accent, "Ohh I am not even sure. I saw the name and thought I would see what kind of services were offered." He seems very friendly and open.