You three wake up in a tent, having rested on iron cots. Your sudden movement informs the guard outside you were alive and well and runs off to get his superiors. The man is very tall and strong, he wears a trench coat over a tight grey shirt and has on baggy combat jeans and boots. On his back is a massive rectangle and he has gloves on both hands and a gas mask clipped to his helt. He himself didn't look too old but war had taken its toll, leaving scars and creases on his face. His dull blue eyes looked out of place as he looked at them. "You civis or mercs?" He asked loudly, letting himself be heard over the ringing still in your ears.

You four wake up in a barrack. The dim light in the room makes you shift your gaze to the ground, eyes still burning. But as you let your eyes adjust, you look up to see what looks like a teenage boy sitting before you all. He was carving an apple with a knife and simply watching you. When you make eye contact he smiles and begins talking. He sounds like he's talking through water as you can see his mouth move but only every odd word reached you clearly. "Found... civi... merc... work?"

The boy sliced off a sliver of the apple and pressing it between the knife and a finger, popped it into his mouth. He chewed a bit then getting off his seat, walked over to Dino. The boy has long black bangs that he brushes away from his chocolate brown eyes. His skins is a light peach tone and he had on an officer uniform, a black blazer over a blue shirt with black slacks, but the shoes were more for running than marching. Stooping down a bit so they could be face to face, the boy yelled. "You mercs looking for a job? Or civis who wanted to get yourselves killed?" The questions were asked slowly and he enunciated, but a smile played at the corner of his lips that suggested he wasn't doing it to be polite.

The teenager blew into his hand and sniffed, then with an absentminded shrug he smirked. "Guess you can say my dad is a little fucked up in the head. I mean after all," he turned into a blur and suddenly his hand was wrapped around the gun man's neck as he smashed him into the wall. "What type of man experiments on his kid?" Kyle laughed and let go. "I would kill ya but my superior wants to talk to you. Says he's interested in the man who carries a cross full of guns and the crew he runs with."

He turned to look at Anna while he talked and nudged Dino as he answered her. "I could ask the same thing, where did you find this optimistic ditz? Also I'm not a youngster, I'm 19." With that said, he walked over to the entrance of the barracks and grabbed his weapon that he had laid by the door, it was a massive one headed axe with what looked like a booster on the other end. "I'll go get the captain, be back soon." He walked out and they could hear the door lock. A quick inspection would tell them that the building was made from sheet metal, so not exactly something they could punch their way out of. Soon they hear the door unlock and a man walks through, followed shortly by Kyle and a squad of soldiers, all carrying assault rifles. The soldiers were all wearing body armor and full helmets, while Kyle and the captain were only wearing their uniforms.

"So I see you have recovered from the attack, that is good." The man stated. "Now I have a job proposal for you all. I doubt you are civilians, so as mercenaries I would like to hire you. If you refuse, well..." He raised his hand and the soldiers all flicked off their gun's safeties and raised them. "But I hope we can be civil and talk terms upon your completion of the mission."

The man grunted then turned and left. He was soon back with an older man, he was slim but he walked with his back tall and handled himself with authority. He had on a grey trench coat over a tan vest and slacks with a white dress shirt to compliment them. His eyes were a hard slate grey, as if they were staring at the blade of a sword. However, their coldness was offset by the soft smile that played on his lips and the crow's feet around his eyes. His hair and goatee was a splash of salt and pepper. His right hand clutched the handle of a sleek silver cane and there's a golden band on his right ring finger. His left hand is covered in what seems like copper with what looks like metal strips on the inside of his hand. "My associate Marc here tells me that you were caught in the flash bang. I'm glad there's no lasting effects. But I'm afraid to say I don't know what you mean by others, Marc and his men only saw you three." He sat down at a chair near the entrance of the tent. "The name is Samuel. I can understand asking you what your purposes are could seem suspicious, but I assure you it's for your best interest. If you're civilians, we will help escort you to the nearest safe spot, but if you're mercenaries. We have a job proposal for you."