[color=#67b3d8][h2]Dr. Rodney "Cagehead" McNivens[/h2]
[h3]Insurgent Countermeasures And Reactive Ubiquitous Strike force (ICARUS) Command[/h3]
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The door to Shadowjack's office opens, as Dr. McNivens walks in, straightening the dark purple tie that barely stood out from his black suit. He glanced around the room, long nose crinkling in disgust at the other occupants as he sat down at an open chair and set his attaché case on the floor next to him. He felt...trapped. Closed in by these closed minds that surrounded him in this obnoxiously tiny office. Brutes, the lot of them. Ignorant, mindless drones used to taking orders and following commands without thought. And his clones. And, from the sounds of it, a [i]mercenary[/i], of all things. How utterly dreadful. But, no matter, he would make use out of whatever tools Helios gave him, meager as they are. 

Taking off his glasses, Dr. McNivens pulled a small cleaning towel out of the breast pocket in his suit and started cleaning the lenses, not even bothering to look up at Shadowjack or the others in the room.
[color=#67b3d8]"Do not misunderstand my intentions in joining this...unit, Mr. Hawke. I care nothing for whatever political agenda you are working under, or for this revolution you are attempting to do combat."[/color]
He sets his glasses back on his thin face, peering over at the masked soldier. The contemptuous disdain in his expression was clear as day.
[color=#67b3d8]"However, I have been hearing reports that these 'freedom fighters' may possess certain items and information that could prove useful to my research, and joining this decidedly motley travesty is the fastest way to procure it. My considerable talents would undoubtedly be useful for you to utilize, and you"[/color] meat shields [color=#67b3d8]"are the safest way to escort me to my goal. You have your mission, [i]commander[/i], and I have mine. Understood?"[/color]