Captain Sutton (retired) strode briskly down the walkway at Rowes Wharf, toward the figure of a waiting man at one of the docks.
    "Captain?" the man inquired.
    "Good morning Lieutenant Reilly. A pleasure."
    "How are you today?"
    "Just fine, how are you doing?"
    "Not bad; congratulations on your new assignment."
    "Thank you." He smiled broadly and rubbed his hands together.
    "You look like you're looking forward to it," Reilly observed.
    "I've always wanted to be a superhero," he admitted, a bit abashed.
    The Revolution liaison gave him a curious look. "You'll fit in just fine."
    "Really? You think?" He'd been a bit worried about the prospect of interacting with civilians in this setting. "Excellent."
    "Yes. Actually, I think you and Scott should get along great. The boat's right over here. I'm your liaison with the local and state police forces, we'll generally handle any detective work, act as support services. You have looked over the code of conduct that you're supposed to follow?" That had been added since Promethean.
    "Of course."

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