[center][h2][b]Diver's Paradise[/b][/h2][/center]
[@tex][@Hatman1801][@Jensoman]

Lone listened to the announcement with his hands in his pockets, his expression one of apathy. The entirety of the mission, to sabotage the Project S-S, was purely suicidal. However, that intrigued the youth and he remained at the meeting. None of their [i]leaders[/i] seemed impressionable to him, despite the telepathy that was used to call him to Ulimani Crags. Lone did not know for sure why he remained there; this mission involved collaboration, something he immediately disliked. Perhaps it was the fact that the Junkers were going to invade his home in droves? Lone loved No-Man's-Land, for it was a place of true freedom and the constant need to travel continued to help satiate his own wanderlust. The adventures, full of pleasant surprises, would all be dashed and an existence full of mundane living grated at his nerves.

He began to feel aggravated by the mere thought of his current lifestyle being destroyed by the CMAS. 

Lone let out a low sigh, pulling his hands out of their pockets and crossed his arms, shifting his feet beneath him as he tried to not let the tedious task of standing and listening get to him. The warrior felt something growing inside of his chest, his taut muscles tightening, and his mind filled with a constant hum. Irritation. When it was finally announced that if they wish to fight, they were to gather at the southern exit. Lone wanted to fight, he wanted to continue his carefree lifestyle, and, ultimately, he wanted to see the most dangerous thing CMAS had to offer. Taking the relief to finally move again, Lone walked towards the designated exit in haste.

In his line of vision, Lone saw a young man with fiery red hair and fierce eyes. [i]This will be interesting,[/i] he thought, causing him to grow even more excited. Though it was a suicide mission that he agreed to, Lone felt as though there would be nothing better if he had opted out of a good fight.