[color=7ea7d8]"Oh, don't say that,"[/color] Cyprian interjected once again, still standing from his last speech. [color=7ea7d8]"Each one of us is the best there is in what we do. The very reason you're here is because of your unique skills. That's only something a 'real person' could pull-off."[/color] He swung his finger in a swiping motion to point at everyone in the room quickly. [color=7ea7d8]"That goes for all of you. I may be a cocky bastard, but I am very confident in all of you, and you can be sure that I will do my best to keep you all alive. I certainly hope that each of you feel the same way..."[/color] His finger dropped as his expression turned very serious. [color=7ea7d8]"The eight of us were hand picked out of millions of people. Our missions will not be easy, and 'normal' soldiers would most certainly die if they had to do what we will be doing. So keep your chins up, your minds clear, and shake off the antisocial tendencies. The seven people you see in this room will be your family for quite some time."[/color]

At the resolution of his rant, Cyprian sat on the table that had each Sabre's papers on them, pushing sheets out of his way as he sat down. He crossed his arms and examined his companions.