The dimly lit dive bar, emanated by a soft glow from vintage neon signs lining the walls. The hum of conversations was quiet, as if each was holding secrets. The clinking of glasses and the occasional laugh created a soothing rhythm following along the sound of classic blues.

The members of 141 lined the bar top counter all nursing a drink of their own. As they mingled in idle chit chat. Besides the fellow high rank lieutenant who sat in a stool by himself, away from his fellow friends.