It's early in the morning. The Administrative District isn't yet buzzing with activity. H.B. strides to the blade concourse and approaches the terminal. Not even Elenora is out yet, but it's no matter. H.B. activates the terminal and peruses the listed missions. Gathering missions here, arms testing missions there, very few are up to his standard.

H.B. pauses to read a request to take out a crablike indigen causing trouble near the coast outside the east gate. It's classified as a tyrant, but it's weak. No, he needs something more. Something that will catch the higher-ups' attention. he will be named Vandham's successor, it's only a matter of time.

H.B. claims a mission in Slyvalum. It's not what he had in mind, but it seems acceptable enough. It would at least be a challenge for regular BLADES. He claims a few more missions in the area for good measure, not looking up at the sound of footsteps behind him.

"I'm afraid I've taken the only substantial missions today," he says dismissively. "But I'm sure there's something on your level here. I believe I saw a request to gather some Zesian Fleawort on here. Certainly, you can manage that."

He logs out of the terminal and turns around.

"Oh. It's you."