ORP: Hot Coffee, and Desert Sands

Logan smiled as he sat among the chattering group. Ayden had just excused herself, and he stood to shake her hand once more. "It was a pleasure, Ma'am" he said, sitting back down next to Farrah. He looked to her, and got the impression that he was coming on a bit too heavy. It wasn't intentional, he just seemed to gravitate towards females. Or perhaps females gathered around him. This group was certainly impressive, and any normal man would count himself lucky to be seen in such company - or would fear being mistaken as a homosexual. Logan looked down and remembered his dress choice, Dark jeans, blue plaid shirt, and a dark grey sport coat. He felt confident he didn't look the part of the fancy. 

In his breast pocket, he felt his phone vibrate. Logan removed the slim sony smartphone from his pocket, and thumbed the lock button. He flipped to the mail application, and opened a message from his superior, Alavair Leah. He knew the man to be Ayden Sheppard's husband. Other than that, he'd only met the man a few times - and only had one real conversation with him. He seemed like a good guy, intelligent and experienced. Logan liked that a non-military man was in charge of the team. It meant to him, a relaxed atmosphere - if only a little. 




Logan let out a breath. He didn't think that the boys upstairs would get the ball rolling so quickly. Oh well, he thought, tucking his phone back into his pocket. He glanced at Farrah once more. Not in interest, but in necessity. "Doctor Byrne, I've been summoned it seems, could you excuse me?" he said, turning to the other two present, he nodded as Azalea's phone blipped a message as well. "Shannon, it was a pleasure - hopefully we'll get to work together soon, Azalea, if you are without transportation, I'm parked right out front..." he said, as he waited patiently for the good doctor to allow him to leave the booth. 

<TAG: Farrah Byrne Shannon "Angel" Meyers Azalea "De" Andre>