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"Task-397? Zachary Fleming. Looks like I'll be working with y'all."

Ghost turned his attention to the newcomer, Zack, and shook his hand with a firm grip. "Indeed," Ghost picked at his beans a bit with a fork before taking a bite. Needs a little salt, he thought, before taking a salt shaker and sprinkling some on it. There were salt and pepper shakers at each table, as well as a dispenser for sugar packets, kind of like at a restaurant. But it wasn't a restaurant.. obviously.

I'm Fiona.

He then redirected is attention to the other newcomer, "Welcome to the team," it was more directed at everyone than just her, however. He then spoke to the entire table. "You all seem like capable people. People that could hold there own in most situations. I'm glad to have each and every one of you on the team, and that I've the opportunity to work with each and every one of you." He spoke charismatically, like a leader addressing the public. "As you all are aware of, we're now part of Task-397.. Let's have our own little toast shall we? To 397?" It was somewhat of a tradition at SCESS to have a toast with your squad-members at the first lunch of a new task assignment. Something that just kind of gained popularity and stuck over the years. Mostly it was to celebrate while you could, in case you didn't come back in one piece.

Ghost figured that the other three members didn't make it to lunch or were mingling around somewhere amongst the masses. They weren't at the table yet and the doors had already closed, so those were really the only two options. They'd meet up eventually, but until then, he figured they would just have to do without.