Secret gathering (Mr group ONLY)

[Mr Pulse]

-The building was some non-descript, abondoned warehouse of some sort lost deep in the recceses of the storage facilities district of Coruscant.
The windows were mostly blacked over with neglect, only a few rays of moonlight peaked through.

One lone, bare bulb hung from the ceiling, it's weak light barley licking the walls; a slight breeze squeezing in through the flaws in the walls swayed the light back and forth.

In the middle of the room, right in the centre of the pool of light, stood a tall, pale figure dressed in a long black coat, high collars up-turned, with a wide brimmed hat.
In front of him was an old utility table, so rusted and decrepid it looked to only just be capable of holding up the large metal case on it.

The gurdian stood and waited for the others to arrive. Message had been sent to all the gurdians in the immediate area to converge here, on this night.

Mr Pulse had most important information for them.-

[Mr. Quick]

Quick enters the small circle of light, tipping his hat to Pulse.

"Mr. Pulse, a pleasure as always. I take it we will proceed when the whole of our group has gathered?"

[Mr Pulse]

-A nod of the head reciprocates the greeting.-

"Yes Of course, Mr Quick."

[Mr.Wall]

Another figure approached, out of the darkness on the opposite side of the room. Stepping into the dim light that illuminated the other two, Mr.Wall took his hat off respectfully and gave both a curt nod in acknowledgement.

"Greetings Mr.Pulse, and to you Mr.Quick."

He held his hat with both hands.

"I trust you both had a comfortable journey here?"

[Mr Pulse]

"Only as comfortable as one would expect, Mr Wall."

-He answered with a nod of acknowledgement.-