Dawson had gotten his evals done and was going to touch base with the new CIO when the time came. She apparently seemed busy getting settled in, so he decided to meander his way to a certain lounge, run by a certain woman.

He strolled up confidently to the bar with a grin on his face. He wore black slacks and a dark, semi-tight shirt that emphasized his strength. He wasn’t a man with bulging muscle, but he certainly was one with evident physique.

Dawson new the facade that Orvos had created would not last long. Quite frankly, he wanted to be there at the ready when it failed. But more to the point, she interested him. The pheromones in person only served to emphasize that too well. He kept his empathic senses open to receive whatever was happening as he looked about for that lovely green woman.

-Dawson, Intel