So, what's the plan?

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The jingling of a bell near the front door of the Warrior's bar signals the arrival of another patron, one that will be familiar to the owner, if not most of the bar's staff. He casts about the room, looking this way and that, frowning when he realizes that he is the first to arrive. He simply stands for a moment, looking; it's been quite a while since he's been in Guy's bar, but the good times that he has shared with his fellow Lanterns in this place instantly come flooding back. A smile pulls at the edges of Kyle's lips as his eyes sweep over the decor.

"You can go ahead and seat yourself. The waitress will be right over," comes an explanation from one of the staff.

"Thanks. I'm just meeting a few folks," Kyle replies, nodding to the woman and making his way over to a vacant booth. The vinyl creaks as he slides into the booth, looking outside. It's the middle of the day, but the winter clouds obscure the sun, and Kyle lifts his hand to his mouth, breathing into them, rubbing his hands together. It's still cold outside and probably will stay that way for some time.

"I'm waiting until a few other folks get here," he says, waving the waitress off with a smile.

Hal had called this meeting, but he was nowhere in sight. Not surprising that he would be late. Ah, well. Kyle reaches for the menu, idly flipping through it; standard bar fare, the pickings are fairly slim. He'd only caught the tail end of the other Lanterns' conversation during the Christmas Party on the Watchtower  - having been completely engrossed in the green-haired woman he'd met that night - but Kyle has a feeling he knows what this is about.

Sinestro's back, and this time, he's not alone.