A feasts fit for Ghosts?

Maximus had went to the food court after having a discussion with another member of H.U.N.T.E.R. One of the new recruits had even asked how to fire his plasma rifle properly. Maximus couldn't understand it? He didn't even use plasma firearms, and simply appreciated the traditional lead bullet. By right, members of GHOST were allowed to remain armed throughout all of the Mutageno Facility. A lot of people didn't trust the new members of some exclusive task force consisting entirely of Hybrids -- their kind wasn't necessarily treated like one Human would treat another. Members of GHOST were either revered or feared by fellow members of H.U.N.T.E.R. Very few didn't have a care in the world for them, especially because they were always present at the facility.

Maximus had gone to the Starbucks, and purchased a cafe latte. He didn't necessarily have to spend money, but, he was brought up to be a modest man, and thus didn't allow his superior position to get the best of him. It was a trait that other members of H.U.N.T.E.R. respected. Of course, there weren't a lot of seats available at the tables stationed all throughout the food court. There was however one, peculiar table that was empty, all for one man with long, silver hair and a black uniform. His whole appearance didn't really fit a casual day at the food court, and the rather long sword only added to the abnormalities of this man, for it was just about as tall as he was, sheathed against his back.

Maximus decided to sit down across from the strange, lonesome man, and knew all too well that he was a Hybrid. "You're fueling the division they create against our race. It would appear you have no intention of blending in." He carefully drank his steaming cup of coffee.

Maximus knew this man's type. He was of an 'exquisite' variation, one who figured he was better then everyone else the moment he realized just what kind of power he had, and what he could do with it. In other words, he was an irresponsible wreck, who would eventually lead the world to ruin if he was ever let loose from beyond the border between Mankind and Hybrids. This man was dangerous, and Maximus couldn't quite understand what Charles was thinking when he recruited this individual into GHOST. He had replied to Maximus's comment with a question, followed by another question. Maximus would answer them in sequential order. "When a warrior adapts to his surroundings, he can overcome all obstacles thrown at him. If he allows assumptions to guide him, it will eventually lead to his demise." He was a soldier for a very long time, and had seen many comrades fall in battle because they were too careless, or too high in morale. Maximus always kept his cool, even on the field of battle. "These soldiers serve H.U.N.T.E.R. and we do as well... An agent of H.U.N.T.E.R. could jeopardize the entire mission, if he is too unfamiliar with protocol or the use of the weapon he wields. We wouldn't want that now, would we?" Maximus looked the man straight in the eyes.