The world was spinning. Rolando couldn't remember what he drank, but he definitely didn't like the feeling he was in right now. It had been an eventful evening, he had gotten fired/quit from the shit squad. It was a mutual decision based on his drinking and not giving a shit, but he felt it necessitated drinking pretty heavily as an act of celebration separating himself from the mercenary life. But now looking up at a skylight in a building he didn't remember entering Rolando was regretting the decision immensely.
"Awake now Mr. Lorentino?" The name tag on his uniform read Nihls, pronounced Nyles he would later tell Rolando at length. Rolando didn't like him, and not just because of the smug tone in his voice. It was the little pointy white facial hair, it always seemed so manicured and polite, completely at odds with how Nihls himself was.
"Nihls? who what?"
"Nyles actually, but that's not important, what is important is that you are here." Rolando looked down now and noticed he was strapped in on a kind of gourney. The skylight overhead was part of a facility. He couldn't shift, but he didn't know if that was the drunk or some actual thing preventing him from doing it. Ever since he'd been on the benders his shifting ability had been severely limited.
"Where is here? And who are you?"
"Sanctuary, and I'm your new Handler commander, its nice to meet you." Rolando sighed, he was barely awake and already wanted to be drunk again.
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