A while ago.
Water dripped from Xavier's black hair as he looked in the mirror to inspect his physical return. He pulled on a fresh shirt, fastened his tactical belt, secured his weapons, and slung his heavy duffel bag over his shoulder.
He walked down the pristine, carpeted hallway and stopped at Klatos's room. He hit the door chime. No response. He hit the panel again, driving his knuckle into the glass. But there was no response.
Xavier frowned, adjusting the strap of his bag. He assumed that he had gone down to the reception area.
Xavier took the grav-lift to the ground floor. The doors parted to reveal the main lobby.
Bodies littered the expensive marble floor. The concierge lay draped over the mahogany desk, her hand still clutching a datapad. Two security guards were piled near the entrance. Xavier drew his sidearm immediately, sweeping the corners of the massive room.
