[Color=yellow][b]Michael Watts a.k.a Omega[/b][/color]

"How nice are the rooms?" Michael said as he was approached by the security detail in front of the headquarters. At the moment he met the men with with a plain gray t-shirt, black shorts, and gray on black sneakers. A pair of over-the-ear headphones hung on his neck as he looked upon two armed men with a smirk.

"Come with us, Omega." One of the men said his code name with resentment. He hadn't given himself the best reputation due to how he fought for who ever paid the most. Michael did not seemed the slightest fazed by the attitude that was thrown his way. The man was used to it. "They're nicer than what you deserve. Let's just put it that way." The security officer answered as they escorted him to Tia.

As Michael entered the room, he looked around at it before his eyes landed on the young woman who had achieved the rare role of being [i]his[/i] leader.

"So is my living space like this, or am I gonna have to take yours... what is it? Inertia?" Michael made guess at her name which luckily correct. "I'm just saying, because I don't ever take the shit end of the stick." He said bluntly with a hint of humor as he smirked once again.

[@Wick]