Most of the greenery consists of common shrubs, showing signs of pruning, but devoid of vitality.
John ascended the narrow and short stone stairs and discovered a man staring at him in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
His hands were clasped behind his back, the white shirt untied, black twill pants as neat as new.
A veteran.
John recognized at first glance that the man had significant military experience.
He activated the scan program of his cybernetic eye, the pupils focused, zooming in to see more details. At the edge of his vision, detailed information about the other showed.
[Name: Hawthorne McCarthy (Saber)]
[Affiliation: Mercenaries [Jingke Heavy Industry]]
[Scan: SeeAnViston Tyrant V, auxiliary heart, alloy skeleton, plasma electric blade, etc.]
The man named Hawthorne nodded at him, allowing John's scanning behavior.
His profile was sharp as a blade, hair cropped short, his presence exuded a calm and convincing aura.
