"The Jackal" (Male)

Ava turned to see a scruffy handsome man with raven black hair, tan skin, and an infectious smile. His sunglasses, white wrinkled shirt, and ripped khakis made it seem that he got lost after a plane crash, but still pulling it off.

"I'm sorry I'm late mate! Sometimes things just happen around here," apologized the man whose voice had a slight accent, maybe Kiwi. "You're the Banshee, right?" he asked as he sat down at the table. The waiter placed a beer in front of the man, almost as if he ordered it in advance or if he was a regular there.

"Yup, that's me," responded Ava, trying to not act pissed, "you're the Jackal right?"

"That's me. Gotta love these code names whenever working with you spook types. Wait, wasn't there supposed to be two of you?" questioned the Jackal, having a slightly more concerned tone in his voice.

"Oh right, almost forgot," sarcastically spoke Ava, clearly directing the slight to Thunder, "Thunder could you say hi to the Jackal?" Suddenly a beer bottle exploded into pieces on the vacant table next to the couple. No one besides Ava and the Jackal were within 25 yards of the empty table. "Jackal, Thunder. Thunder, Jackal," Ava motioned with her hand between the man and the broken glass.

"Um...Hi I guess?" Jackal attempted, still slightly confused.

"Thunder is about a mile, give or take, to my 4 o'clock in the sticks," further explaining Ava.

"Well that's terrifying," said the handsome man, who still had a hint of caution in his voice. "So how about we get back to your campsite and go over specs? This place tends to get a bit...rough after a certain time."

"Fine by," responded Ava, "Thunder lets move out. I'll snag you a roadie."